Roses
In sweet memories of the one who died bitterly for love,
A rose he got,
But the thorns came haunting,
Had he known he would have made money first,
Or probably buy a gun to save his head when the need comes.
She would grovel at another feet,...
A rose he got,
But the thorns came haunting,
Had he known he would have made money first,
Or probably buy a gun to save his head when the need comes.
She would grovel at another feet,...