Red Roses

Roses are red
And so are you
You hate yourself
And I hate me too
You go to kill
So I kill too
Except one small clue,
You're no murderer
And neither am I

It wasn't you who
killed mother
And it wasn't you who
Killed father

Do you even listen to
me anymore?
When I told you
Not to cut,
I meant it,
So now you suffer
The consequences
You know I talked to them too

I told mother not to
Take the pills
And I told father not too
Take the lead
Now mother's dead, and
Father has a hole in
His head
And I am dead
And you are too.