I look at the rose sitting in front of me

wearing the color black

Every time that petal blows in the wind,

another person dies.

The rose may be the most beautiful flower on the outside,

but the inside holds something different.

Picking up the flower is something different

Just look at me,

I'm dead on the inside, alive on the outside.

My life is the color of this rose, black.

The flower petals sway then someone dies,

their souls soaring in the wind.

Sit and feel the wind

I bet you will feel something different,

then the next thing you know, someone else dies.

Is it just me,

or does everyone else dread that rose of black?

All you need to see, is death from the outside.

Just take a quick look outside

and see the wind,

blowing the petals of that flower pf black.

That one breeze is something completely different.

Just take it from me,

Every time that flower sways, another spirit dies.

After that spirit dies,

they see themselves from the outside.

They will see you, see me,

as they soar weightless through the wind.

I know they will see something different.

For they will no longer see that rose of black.

Do you see that rose of black?

Can you feel the wind as someone dies?

Your story may be quite different

but you can still take a step outside

and feel that dreaded wind,

and think,'' The next may be me.''

Take it from me, you don't want to see that rose of black.

You don't want to feel that wind, but it won't stop until everyone dies.

Just take a step outside, ignore that black rose and see something different.