I'm in love with what we had
with what we used to be
with our late night conversations
with your silly stories
and they all will turn into memories
soon they'll fade
soon will be forgotten
you didn't give me a love
that will last forever
but you gave a pain
I'll always remember
you were beautiful like a rose
red and bold
but I didn't notice your thorns
that's why I'm lying here
broken and bruised