When love seems to go against your heart,
when a Valentine no longer plays his part
and all that you wanted is now up for grabs,
blood roses let my heart in rags.
The petals turn from red to black,
I'm not turning back.
The petals turn from red to black.
He covers me with blood roses,
forgets my name when heart closes
and I'm chasing a waste of time,
throwing me off my climb.
He covers me with blood roses, blood roses.
We painted a picture in the skies,
layering the colourful lies.
My heart was a prisoner all night and day,
torn to pieces, thrown away.
The petals turn from red to black,
I'm not turning back.
The petals turn from red to black.
He covers me with blood roses,
forgets my name when heart closes
and I'm chasing a waste of time,
throwing me off my climb.
He covers me with blood roses, blood roses.
Starting up from less than zero,
feeling like a fallen hero,
promises become a lesson,
I think this might be a blessing.
He covers me with blood roses,
forgets my name when heart closes.
He covers me with blood roses,
forgets my name when heart closes.
He covers me with blood roses,
forgets my name when heart closes
and I'm chasing a waste of time,
throwing me off my climb.
He covers me with blood roses, blood roses.