Black Bouquet - Ashes

If I follow in your footsteps
Then maybe we'll both stay young
Just like I never left you
I can be a loaded gun

Those red velvet curtains once so pretty
Now blackened dust
You never stood a chance

I'm getting cold
I'm getting cold
I'm getting cold
Just once more
Just once more
Just once more

Leave me something just to keep with me
More than memory
All your burdens I will now carry
With a rose in my teeth
Cold
So cold
So cold

Keep your strychnine notes all hidden well
More secrets you'd never plan to tell
Burn the pages down with you
And maybe they'll remember only
Sweet things
Always
Just like
It should be

Pack up all of your belongings
I'll send them back to your family
They will see you just as pretty
They won't have to know anything

You would wake with ash under your feet
That's how I'll find you
All your burdens I will now carry
With a rose in my teeth

I'll never get you home
I dance alone
Too young
Too young
Too young
You poor thing
You died too young

Written by:
Violet O'Neal

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