Roses remain as red as the lips that kiss you
Dark and dead these lips that loved you
Deep in pink the lips that want you
Hot like fire
The lips that had you
Kissing away your girlish tears
All of your childish fears
Catching up to you
All the women that wanted you are dead
You took until they had nothing to give
Every lip pale and blue
Six feet under
Buried in your mind
Wishing they had you