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Left alone in the vase the roses wither

They crumble

Memories of you are burned into my mind

And I watch the roses



What is so wrong with love?

With my love

The roses crumble



I have thorns I know that much is true

I am not as beautiful as I once was



Some times I feel like I am falling fast into darkness

The abyss is going to eat me alive

I survived so long without you



There is so much dust on the roses

The roses look almost black





Blood turns black

And I feel it pumping coursing through my veins



Things were once so beautiful

The sun shone

And I loved the light



But the roses crumble away