I just don't understand
we used to be so perfect

you used to tell me
that I was the best thing that ever happened to you

i used to make you so bright and colorful
you used to be so happy with me

you used to bring me flowers and say
until you met me you thought about killing yourself

but you don’t say these things anymore
and you don't do these things anymore

and lately I'm not sure if you even feel
the echo of those things anymore

and now I'm sitting alone in my room
crying over the dried petals of a dead rose