Today you gave me a dozen red roses.
You told me how sorry you were,
And that you still loved me.
Today I shed a dozen tears.
One for each rose.
Your words are like the thorns on these roses,
Sharp and painful.
Even though they come from something so beautiful.
Today you gave me a dozen roses.
Today I watered them with my tears.
A dozen roses and a broken heart.
A dozen roses.
A dozen tears.
A dozen reasons that I left.
A dozen ways you’ve hurt me.
A dozen reasons to stay.
Today you gave me a dozen roses.
Today I shed a tear for each one.