Some time ago
I was given a rose
reluctant were you to hand it to me
but I said the words

(I accepted you...)

This I thought was the way to be
day by day so happy

(Yet pulled away from the people I care for...)

I did it myself
eventually it had to stop
mad you were at me
but eventually said you understand

(Little did I know this was the start of it all...)

You understood
yet you attack me
upon a subject we already agreed on
after giving me your word

(I know I screwed up too, I am far from perfect...)

It all seemed that way though
right from the start
trust me sweetheart I would not have continued
if I had seen the dagger coming straight to my heart

(Kill me now...)

Before my eyes it was over
the rose starts to wither away
day after day after day
I desire not to be in this cruel world to stay

(It only gets worse...)

Not much time at hand
and you found another
guess it is truly over
and you broken hearted again

(I gave my support even though I was against it...)

In my arms you cried
I understood

(You really had no idea how much I understood...)

After all this
I board a ship of righteousness
in hopes of getting you back
and still my ship by you is in plunder

We both have done wrong
but I still love
I still care...

With you...
that does not seem to be there
yet people tell me you say good things
when to me you do nothing but bad

(The rose...it continues to wither away...and I fight back as my heart turns black...)

In responce to you and this
I do not think about how I act
you have done the same
yet I am continuously damned for it

(Yet I cannot stop loving in some way if I tried...)

This is the end however
as you shove in my face I did have a chance
but I could not control the situation
I was all up to you if it could happen

I do not want to dwell forever
I have a life to live
you want to be on your own anyway
you push and shove, so have it your way

(Losing sleep over this constatly while you sleep with no worries...I guess this is goodbye...)



Every day before I sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
and if I die before I wake
it is obvious that I made a mistake

I let you tear my heart open again
and nothing to show for it either
cross my heart and hope to die
I do not even know why I bother

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