I want to drown in water.
Not blue water but red.
I want to have the color of love all around me,
And so does he.
That color could be blood.
The blood being poured from our bodies.
As the knives that we stabbed each other with are being pulled out.
The red roses will cover our bodies as we lie in the coffins,
But before we do all that,
Lets wake up from this nightmare.
For I rather have us give each other red roses than have them lay in our coffins pronouncing us dead.