He loves me
He loves me not

The rose is dead
All the petals have been plucked

Careless with love
Just as with the rose
Its no surprise it whithered and died
It was picked
Plucked
Thrown to the ground

As for the rose tho....
Well you know how the story goes

He loves me
He loves me not

for what I cannot have
for what my heart bleeds for
still looking yes I am
move on you say how can I ?
trying to love you but why you ask
you're the  queen which I seek
still looking for you