I once thought you were a white rose
Beautiful petals stained red with blood
And so I cared for you as I held you close
Do you remember? It seems you do not
Do you remember when you confessed to me your fears?
Do you recall my wasted efforts as you bled your tears?
Every day I wonder as I look at your image through a screen
Your beauty is to me the most painful blessing
As you walk away and leave no trace
You take what you want and give no thanks
You left me with nothing
Not even myself
And yet, you ungrateful thief
I can't help but hope to see you again
My beautiful rose, your thorns have grown
I hate the fact that I love you so much
You cut, you stab, you burn
And I just can't quit, to you I hold on
Every damn day it's the same story
I wish you'd look back and told me you're sorry
That you would finally lay down your sin
And we melted on each other's skin
That chance might be long gone
But my feelings for you are set in stone
For you I shall feel, my bloodstained white rose
Until my final breath, for you alone
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