As you stand there staring in your trench coat of black, i remember the time you stabbed me in the back. I was confused and out of my mind and i didn't know then what to think. Holding this dead rose in my hand, i had thought you loved me more than land. You broke my heart and my soul. Your heart is defiantly ice cold. You tempted me with my emotions, like a dead tree waiting for spring. This dead rose in my hand proves one thing is for sure and thats that you once loved me and that was pure.
