Roses are red,nAnd begin to bleed.nViolets are blue,nViolence to bruises.nLove is suicide,nEveryone look at the pretty blood-covered bride.nBut I'll still love you,nWith the scars in tact.nBut I'll still love you,nWith your hands around my neck.nnAnd in screaming headlines, nThey will say,nNo one suspected anything.nWe will share our next anniversary in matching coffins.nCause honey we all die sometime.nnWith the alcohol infused in your blood,nYou'll grab that gun.nI'll run for the door,nI will plead and scream.nI will be ignored.nYou will say,nThis ring on my finger is nothing but a curse, a lifetime with you, my dear, there is nothing worse.nnAnd in screaming headlines, nThey will say,nNo one suspected anything.nWe will share our next anniversary in matching coffins.nCause honey we all die sometime.nnEverything grows quieter,nBlood upon my sweater.nThe gun out of his hand,nHad made it to mine.nI found the perfect solution,nTo become his kind.nCause honey,nWe all die sometime,nAnd tonight is your night.nnAnd in screaming headlines, nThey will say,nNo one suspected anything.nWe will share our next anniversary in matching coffins.nCause honey we all die sometime,nAnd tonight is your night.