The day we met I knew you was the one.
By the way you looked at me and act I knew you wanted me to.
It took a while for us to say something to each other.
But you made the first move.
You walked up with a white rose.
You knew that they was my favorite.
You said,will you be mine?
I said, Yes.
We was together for 3yrs until the worst day came.
That I feared the most.
You was out walking on your way home and you got robbed at gun point they shot you four times.
1st place was your stomach. 2nd place was your leg. 3rd place was your arm. 4th place was in your lung.
When I heard the news I cried.
It seemed like I couldn't live without you.
I grab the gun and I put it to my temple next thing I know I pulled the trigger. It was just a dream you wasn't dead but I am.
The white rose was really for me at my funeral.The reason I killed my self was because I did"t have you.
