I see dark colored trees … black roses too
I see them fall… dying near you
And I think to myself, what a pity to live
I see skies of black and clouds of grey
Dark damned days, devious bloody nights
And I think to myself, what a pity to live
The colors of blood and tears, so pretty on your face
Are also on the faces of everyone around
I see friends backstabbing each other, saying “I damn you”
They’re really saying “I hate you”
I see babies alone, I watch them cry
They’ll live even worse, than I ever could
And I think to myself, what a pity to live
The colors of blood and tears, so pretty on your face
Are also on the faces of everyone around
I see friends backstabbing each other, saying “I damn you”
They’re really saying “I hate you”
I see babies alone, I watch them cry
You all know they will live worse
Than I ever could
And I think to myself, what a pity to live
Yes… I think to myself, what a pity to live
I see them fall… dying near you
And I think to myself, what a pity to live
I see skies of black and clouds of grey
Dark damned days, devious bloody nights
And I think to myself, what a pity to live
The colors of blood and tears, so pretty on your face
Are also on the faces of everyone around
I see friends backstabbing each other, saying “I damn you”
They’re really saying “I hate you”
I see babies alone, I watch them cry
They’ll live even worse, than I ever could
And I think to myself, what a pity to live
The colors of blood and tears, so pretty on your face
Are also on the faces of everyone around
I see friends backstabbing each other, saying “I damn you”
They’re really saying “I hate you”
I see babies alone, I watch them cry
You all know they will live worse
Than I ever could
And I think to myself, what a pity to live
Yes… I think to myself, what a pity to live
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