Garden Of Roses

I'm walking in a garden of roses.
It looked so beautiful the first time I saw it,
But now the thorns are leaving scars
On my heart, and here I am, stuck.

This garden is in love with me,
So the branches are crawling into my skin.
I cry and try to hide my wounds
With the red petals, they're covering up my soul.

Bloodstains on the leaves,
The roses are turning black, mourning.
People think how happy i must be
In a beautiful garden full of black roses.