He gave her roses,
But she was his thorn,
He was the reason she carried on,
He left her one day,
For another girl,
With a halo above her head,
White as a pearl,
She'd given him her heart,
But it wasnt enough,
For she drove him away,
With every new cut,
She begged him to stay,
But he walked out the door,
He left her to cry,
On the cold kitchen floor,
He was her everything,
Now he was gone,
She didn't have anything,
And couldn't go on,
Nobody will ever,
Give her roses again,
Cos she ended her life,
With a knife, there and then. |
