You gave me roses.
It was beautiful,
But the thorns pricked my fingers.
They bleed just like my heart,
When you lied to my face;
They hurt just like my heart,
When you cheat on me.

You gave me roses.
It was beautiful,
Pure and strong.
They're pure just like my heart,
Before you came into my life.
They're strong just like my heart,
Before you start to break me.

You gave me roses.
It was beautiful,
But it began to wilt.
Falling just like my heart,
When you began to walk away;
Dying just like my heart,
When you gave them to her too.

{ E.I }