A Funeral For Dead Roses - Bloodlined Calligraphy

How faces change like the seasons, and how I miss your spring

I tried to sleep through winter, but dead roses still have thorns

Up in flames you seemed to go, killed the love we’d yet to grow

You looked so good as you turned away

I never quite believed it until I saw you pull your eyes out

I watched you burn, and everytime I think about you, a piece of me dies with you

Throw the switch on my tired soul

What was pure has turned to stone

Throw the switch