A red rose left upon the grave, it's all that's left of you.
You took my heart upon your departure, now I don't know what to do.
My love for you still beats, upon this shattered heart of mine.
All I know is that all red roses will become black in time.

My heart was lost when you went away, shattered like a tree.
How long I held onto you, I don't know but it made my hand bleed.
And so I finally had to let go, and now my rose is black.
Engraved upon your memory, is the love I'll never have.

You whispered my name so gently; it sent shivers down my spine.
And when I needed comforting, you talked me through the long night.
I know that I'll miss you, that never again shall I speak your name.
But you were where my home was, near your grave I'll forever stay.

My heart was lost when you went away, shattered like a tree.
How long I held onto you, I don't know but it made my hand bleed.
And so I finally had to let go, and now my rose is black.
Engraved upon your memory, is the love I'll never have.

No rose will ever remain red, or will love remain so pure.
But my love will still have it's coloring, of that I'm sure.
So while I think of the past and the memories long gone.
My black rose will wilt, turning into a red one bright and strong.