you are gone

"to your grave i spoke, holding a red, red rose. gust of freezing cold air whispers to me that you are gone. always asking the question why life is overrated, but i never expected that i'd underestimated my love for you. to your grave i spoke, holding a red, red rose. gust of freezing cold air whispers to me that you are gone. always just out of my reach of my over frustrated shameful hands, and i never expected that i would ever, no never, plead for credit or precious time. to your grave i spoke, holding a red, red rose. gust of freezing cold air whispers to me that you are gone. spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go. i guess i'll spend another lifetime searching for a new hope."