A rose of love,
Seems to be all I have left of you.

A bright red rose,
Pouring with the blood of the heartbroken.

A wilting rose,
Representing our dying love.

Petals fall,
One after the other.

He loves me…
He loves me not…
He loves me…
He loves me not…
He loved me…

Childish games,
I used to play.

A rotten rose,
Is now all I have left.

A dead black rose,
Pouring out with the pain you caused me.

An empty vase,
Representing the death of our love.

 
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