Life isn't roses, and Love isn't true
Unless both are black, someone's selling you
Your whores suck at fucking and the wine is the cheapest
Why bother living? Make the next cut your deepest.
People don't care no matter what they say
They love you and leave you just the next day
They want you to stop, to be healthy and glad
When all you want to ask them is why aren't they sad?
Why don't you let me cry? It takes away the pain
It's certainly less destructive.Look I can hide it with the rain
You'll never have to know, You'll never have to care
Because I do it for you, although your lies make my heart tear