Well, how ridiculous I am,
A dead eater desires the light
Desperate, but still hopeful
Embrace his thorns with the blood
My love is six feet under
Budding ivy fades greener
If my love nourishes rotting soil
Would roses bloom
Could roses bloom
Silent
Dull as I am
Hurt him again
That's all too much for him
He raced to me, like moths in fire
When I found outI'd been flipped
My love is six feet under
Gilded bones of the peer
If my love nourishes rotting soil
Would roses bloom
Could roses bloom
Teenagersdon't know love and hate
The most enchanted life
Oh, to be young, to feel love keen sting, right?
Blue- green water in moonlight
Six feet under
Ican't help but wonder
If our hands were held in first grade
Bloom
Bloom
Silent
He folded a crane to him later
Thenthey're silent with a kiss