A Batch Of Roses And A Broken Heart: On a cliff side, It could've been a different day, A different way. But no, it had to be our birthday. I guess you decided you had lived to long. You seemed so lost, But now I listen to our favorite song. Alone. The way people just kept walking, Acting like you weren't there. The driver was freaking out, But only because of laws and charges. He knew you did it to yourself. The way you stared at the head lights, Smiling brightly as tears fell from your eyes. It stayed with me for the rest of my life. I still miss you. Dear old friend with brown eyes, Don't wrap the vines and thorns around your wrist. I know you like when it bleeds into skin. But you don't deserve punishment. He does. I took care of the problem I'll have you know. Your brother lays with an empty soul. Sunken eyes and a demon tail. He was one, You said it yourself. Please don't cry. I was at your funeral, Even though I was already gone. I know you did it because I couldn't save you. We're together again. But yet again. So long. I'm standing at your grave, A bouquet of roses in hand. I sigh in relief, You're not in pain. But I still stay, With a broken heart. -Iris and Jet, Candle Light
