With that rose you stole my heart
and told me we would never part.
Each petal grew old and lost its luster
It turned dark and shrivled into a cluster.
As each inch of my rose became dry
our love began to shrink and die.
That rose killed our love
it flew away to the above.
i wish that rose was made of cloth.
because now its old and black like a moth
Our love once strong
is now so wrong.
I guess it wasn't ment to be.
but i wish you were still here with me.
with that rose we lost our luck.
oh well now i don't give a f**k
