• I give you this rose of pain
    This rose of a loveless curse.
    It is with you when your born
    It's within your beauty
    Your curse of life
    Your ruthless pain.
    The pain of that dark forest
    The cold glass rain to numb yourself.
    The blades piercing your back
    That feels like the pain of hell.
    From your heart to the freezing blood
    Running down your back.
    Always to cringe in pain
    Always to cry your bloody tears.
    And I the harlot witch to give you this cursed rose
    Will laugh at your pain
    The pain of your life.
    This rose keeps you alive
    The rose that keeps you in pain
    The rose that gives you your beauty.
    Will ruin you yet
    It will tear you down
    And in your life this rose will run everyone away.
    It will kill you slowly from the inside out.
    While I laugh from your suffering
    From all that pain
    From your meaningless beauty
    And I shall be happy at your death.
    Knowing I a harlot witch ruined you
    With a single rose that signifies love, beauty, happiness
    The irony of your life