All I have left now is three Crosses and a Black Rose.
I could complain until my last breath but that's just the way it goes.
For years I've been staring in the mirror.
I've been staring at a stranger no longer recognizing myself.
You would figure by now I would see things much clearer.
But the glass is fogged the fuck up and all I have left is Three Crosses and a Black Rose.
If my tears could talk I wonder what they would say.
Would you hold me tighter or just push me away?
I'm at war with myself.
I'm about tired of fighting now I'm just waiting for the lightning to strike.
I've been struggling with my mental health.
We all have problems no matter our wealth.
Life just ain't that easy.
It's taking a toll deep in my soul.
Now all I have left is Three Crosses and a Black Rose.
I struggle with my self-worth.
I struggle with my hurt.
I've fallen and risen again.
I've tried to live but never could understand it at all my friend.
In the end, In the end.
All I have left is Three Crosses and a Black Rose.
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