RoSeS oN a ButTerFlY

I used to love roses
But now I can only hate them
Cause of what they now mean

The white satin cloth
The pink roses on my arm

I wait for you
Like there's some hope for me
But you never come

I wait for what
Seems like hours

Watching the sunset
On my front porch steps

I walk out into the rain
And begin to cry
As I hear the
Clock strike twelve

I know you're
Never going to come
And it breaks my hopeful heart

I race up to my room
Tearing off the roses on my arm
And replace them with black ones

I keep staring out the window
Hoping this is just a bad dream

My reflection in the window
Shows my black,
Running tears

I reflect on the times
When he would talk to me
he made those butterflies
but now they're just fake

I cry myself to sleep...
And DREAM
I'm touching a fake
Black rose on a butterfly...