I told you, once, forever ago, that I would go to your funeral. I'd lay one white rose on your grave, turn and walk away.
You're too young for red. Pink was never your colour. Too pure for purple, black, yellow, or orange. And blue...kiddo, you're beige eyes would never see that as beautiful. It's white, for all your lost innocence, and all that you had, but threw away.
One white rose...and every year I'll come back and lay one white rose on your grave, even when no one else remembers.
I've begged and pleaded, bargained, explained, asked, listened, talked, yelled...I can't take anymore. You didn't even last an hour after you promised...
I keep hoping and praying, I want you to pull through. Waiting on this side for what may never happen...
May the moon stop shining...
I dedicate this song to you...
And this to me...
You're too young for red. Pink was never your colour. Too pure for purple, black, yellow, or orange. And blue...kiddo, you're beige eyes would never see that as beautiful. It's white, for all your lost innocence, and all that you had, but threw away.
One white rose...and every year I'll come back and lay one white rose on your grave, even when no one else remembers.
I've begged and pleaded, bargained, explained, asked, listened, talked, yelled...I can't take anymore. You didn't even last an hour after you promised...
I keep hoping and praying, I want you to pull through. Waiting on this side for what may never happen...
May the moon stop shining...
I dedicate this song to you...
And this to me...