Withered Roses

Withered roses lying on the grave
Laying here because sometimes it has to be
They don’t care anymore

Your body walks
Led by the monotony of life
Walks little by little
Slowly towards nothingness

Your looking through turbid eyes
You can see but you don’t have enough strength to shout

You're surprised that you don't care about anything
You are floating in nothingness, searching desperately for anything
You body walks towards self-destruction

Your looking through turbid eyes
You can see but you don’t have enough strength to shout

Withеred roses lying on the gravе