this pretty pink rose alone on my desk
breaking my heart while it's trying to rest
wanting to cry. but no tears left
and there's still this pretty pink rose alone on my desk
pain in my heart that's too much to bear
thoughts in my head, make me hate going to bed
trying to accept that you never loved me at all
that i was simply some stupid pawn
you beg for forgiveness that i want to give
you say "I'm so sorry. It was an accident"
want to believe you, want you to stay
but finding it hard for me to say
love more then you'll ever know
you're the first one who ever held that love
we laughed when we were together
we talked, we dreamed
we had a future together, just you and me
marriage and family someday down the road
our lives whole and together
with nothing to come in between
but that's all broken
my polish all gone
worn down to the bone
of hatred and dread
wanting to rest but still find that i can't
so many unanswered questions swim around in my head
did i drive you away or could i have made you stay?
did you love me at all, or was this just a game?
why me? i simply want to cry out, to scream
why did you of all people have to go off and hurt me?
the love was real, the dreams pure, true
you said you had everything you needed
with me in your world
so sitting here thinking
in the silence of night
looking at a pink rose
wishing with all my might
that my pain is a bad dream
that you never cheated
with the several other girls I head about while I was weeping
yet still looking at this rose
begging and pleading
looking for a card that says, "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
or for you in the background
waiting, watching,
a ring would be nice
you putting it on my finger
telling me that from now on i'm yours
but alas, the stars lay twinkling in the sky
and my tears now cover the pink rose as I'm weeping
my heart has broken, and can never be fully replaced
on the outside I may look fine
but on the inside, I have died.
