Roses are red, violets are blue,
They say it's addicting now I know that it's true  
But the roses are wilting the flowers are dead  
My hands are shaking and my hips are lined red

Rain is proof that
Sometimes even the strongest things
Need to let things go.

One of the most cruel things
You can do to a person,
Is make them fall
Without meaning to catch them.

She wasn't the kind of person
Who sobbed loudly.
No.
She was the kind of person
Who hid her tears from everyone.
Who cried late at night when
Everyone else was asleep.
Who had to grab her stomach
To hold herself together.
Who silently gasped for air.
Who had no one but the moon
To comfort her

You promised that
When you left you
Wouldn't forget about me,
But darlin did forget
About me
And the saddest part is,
You haven't left yet.

It's not what you said,
But the silence you left
That cut through me
Like a knife.

Remember when we used
To talk all night?
I miss that.