He's gone. He's gone.
I quicky slam the door.
The tears start falling.
As I fall onto the floor.
The rose in my hand,
Is nor bud or seed.
The thorns dig in deep.
And I soon begin to bleed.
My heart beats slower,
As realization takes over.
The breaking begins again,
But this time I'll be sober.
Last time was a mistake,
One I shall not make again.
But this just hurts too much.
I'm tired of all the pain.
So help me please, I'm begging.
Heal my shattered heart.
Thorns sharp and pettals soft,
Dont let me fall apart.
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