There is a red rose,
It lies there so quietly...

A flower lays in my hand,
Our broken love comes to thought...

I loved once before,
A love that was lost...

With a feeling of despair,
I layed there all alone...

Have you ever been loved before,
Like a sickness that cant be cured...

We both had a broken heart,
But as we laid eyes on eachothers broken faces...

Its like you can't see me,
Cant see the pain in my eyes...

You make yourself feel better,
By telling others your biting lies...