Let's go. As I wrote this prayer for you. Wishing I believe in something more. This grave is dug for you. And sinking. Like each lit cigarette we burn. Our best when no one is around. But it's not my vanity. You're missing. Black roses await. Well it pains to say. Take me away. (Well it means it). Born on to me. (Never let go). Take me away. (Well it means it). Born on to me. (Never let go). Well I've got my skeletons with skin. I have them deep within my seams. But this line of it has left me. Empty. Well I've got my sympathy it's played. Along on post traumatic scenes. But it's not my vanity. You're missing. Black roses await. Well it pains to say. Take me away. (Well it means it). Born on to me. (Never let go). Take me away. (Well it means it). Born on to me. (Never let go). Black roses await. It pains to say. Black roses await. Well it pains to say. Take me away. (Well it means it). Born on to me. (Never let go). Take me away. (Well it means it). Born on to me. (Never let go)