i love you
till the last rose dies..
they all wilted away
and every day
so did you
smiles, kisses and hugs
painful to remember.
the last rose was a fake
so was your love
they were all fake
all those pretty little words
a mere conception
what did you want?
i dont know
but i do know
that my hearts condition
is now just as fragaile
as a rose
withering away
and now like that last rose
that fake rose
i am nothing
all im left with
is the memory
of a rose that woudnt fade
even though you did
my heart
is now an image
that i taped over the hole
where it used to be
like a rose
love withers away
and now your gone
and all i think about
is you