She loves me, she loves me not

She loves me, she loves me not,
she loves me, she loves me not,
does she love me?
i asked a rose this once,
what it told me...
we were not meant to be,
the rose said that she didn't really love me,
that if i fell she would up and leave,
that even though i did love her she did not truly love me,
how could i be so blind,
she was just using me.
she had pulled love over my eyes,
so i was blind and i could not see.
i thank this rose for freeing me,
and i thank god every day that it was
not meant to be,
i thank that rose for telling me the truth.
cuz as i pull the last petal now i know,
she loves me not.