Roses From Blood

I'm not the one you see in me
I am a wanderer
I dress in black
My face is pale
White as snow
You could never guess
I feel at all
In the depth beneath my eyes
The scornful tales of sorrows lie
For I'm a witch and pirate too
You could never guess
I feel as you
In contrast to my pale face
I have a button hole
With blood red rose
Roses on my hands and chest
They always will appear
When I'm in pain
Roses on my hands and chest
They always will appear
When I'm in pain