I was always by your side,
I thought we would be together till we died.
But I guess I wasn't good enough for your taste,
Not young or pretty enough was the case.
You left me for her,
but gave me one little gift,
I simple white rose,
"what am I supposed to do with this?"
A petal fell each day,
as I watched them fall I waited and prayed.
For you to come back to me,
and that this was all just a bad dream,
but I soon found out that this wasn't a dream,
you were really gone.
I came to realize this,
as the last petal and floor kissed.
I hope and pray that someone will come along,
and glue all those petals back on.
I don't want to live the rest of my days,
watching petals fall..were they shall lay.
So please if someone hears my callings,
come find me and heal my wounds,
because I don't want to be alone,
the rest of my life watching rose petals falling.
