Yes, I had a problem with Rose
It was my favorite flower
I think about us constantly, should get paid by the hour
I questioned whether or not to do this in prose

There is no 'us' I'll admit
I focused on all the past ****
Now I'm on a hit list
My disease is greater than me, I submit

Man, you split lol
I loved your charm
I didn't see any harm
But now I can call it quits

Why is it crazy to do anything?
How is it crazy to have stabbing feelings that kindly ****?
I prayed to whatever's out there, I'm too weak willed.
It would be insane(!) to not do a thing

With this moment I bring
The last of my remains
Flashbacks give me something to gain
Goodbye, this is the ending