people arnt all the same dont we all live under the same plag of pain?
life is short not made to last
i remember all the times people made me laugh
but thoughs times have come so far
nothing happy makes me laugh
looking down at my past makes me see that i wont last being proud strong and Valente will never be something on my grave
maybe just one black rose sitting on the grave stone thats all i want thats all i ask after all a rose will never ever last>
