I could give eleven black roses

To show you how I feel.

Just eleven black roses

To show you what is real.

One for the pain,

One for the shivering,

One for the shame,

One for the misery,

One for the thought,

One for what’s left of me,

One for the thorns

Because you’re my everything,

One to show fear,

One to show all the blood,

One to show death,

One to lay the mud.

But ones in the middle,

One that is very red,

The brightest one there,

To show my love, never dead.