The rose she used to be begins to wither and die, and the thorns weep a bloody cry.
Streaming down to empty arms, running over newly made scars.
As the pedal begin to fall; so does she, this is not the girl she used to be.
But he left her without so much as a goodbye, so now all she wanted to do is die.
She always thought of him as the air she breathed, but she never imagined that he would leave.
Now she's suffocating; running out of breath, this eventually led to her death.
Every night she would cry for him laying on her bedroom floor, because without him she could be no more.
