Its cold but my skin wont die,
It wont break a felon,
It will pick roses falling far-on.
Beguiling in sand like the stars glitter in the skies,
Like the moonlight without lights,
I pick the roses over you,
Place them on my pillow so their fragrance lasts the whole night,
I pick them over you,
They smell nice, i want i want,
But;
Only for the night,
Jobs dont pay enough.
So i trade them for a love Tattoo.