Roses are red,And begin to bleed.
Violets are blue,
Violence to bruises.
Love is suicide,
Everyone look at the pretty blood-covered bride.
But I'll still love you,
With the scars in tact.
But I'll still love you,
With your hands around my neck.
And in screaming headlines,
They will say,
'No one suspected anything.'
We will share our next anniversary in matching coffins.
Cause honey we all die sometime.
With the alcohol infused in your blood,
You'll grab that gun.
I'll run for the door,
I will plead and scream.
I will be ignored.
You will say,
'This ring on my finger is nothing but a curse, a 
lifetime with you, my dear, there is nothing worse.'
And in screaming headlines,
They will say,
'No one suspected anything.'
We will share our next anniversary in matching coffins.
Cause honey we all die sometime.
Everything grows quieter,
Blood upon my sweater.
The gun out of his hand,
Had made it to mine.
I found the perfect solution,
To become his kind.
Cause honey,
We all die sometime,
And tonight is your night.
And in screaming headlines,
They will say,
'No one suspected anything.'
We will share our next anniversary in matching coffins.
Cause honey we all die sometime,
And tonight is your night.