My heart it wilts,
Like a rose all alone,
As the others leave and die,
One by one they disappear.

All I had was what I gave,
But what you took was all I had to give,
The rose bush empty now,
This wilting rose all alone.

The remains of the love that once kept this rose alive,
Are all that’s left of my heart,
The petals they darken and fall one by one,
Until all is lost, all is gone.

For here I can be no more,
Without a reason to stay.
I feel myself die with but the pain of love,
As the remains of my petals I watch sink to the ground.

 
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