Beneath the numeral veil of your night, 
Love appeared like the sun, 
Shining brightly like the moon. 
But you turned your hands against me; 
I was a burden in this relationship.

I lay next to you with resentment, 
Thinking your guilt would burn you to ashes. 
Yet you threw abusive words at me like dust, 
And I walked in darkness with a heart full of regrets.

I am a black rose, 
A symbol of grief.

I made sacrifices, 
Offered thanks to God. 
I honored my vows, 
Yet I’m blind, drunk with pain. 
You gave me below; 
I bewail your bestiality. 
Despite my faithfulness, 
You threw me into the rock bottom, 
Drowning me in the water of lypemania. 
I was alone with a bruised eye, 
And I was branded as the black sheep.

Hallelujah! 
I am a black rose covered in darkness, 
A symbol of grief.