The roses told
Only on you
Only on you
I was a stray without a fold
Without a pack
Dying slowly
Dying lonely
Cause you were the arrow
In my flank
So I limped through life
In a circle
In a circle
Like a cycle
Til I collapsed
In between a strange place
A rock and your lap
You stroked my head
How pathetic
How pathetic
But I loved you
And when the realization dawned on me
My heart developed a tiny crack
In that moment
It only just felt broken
I loved you even then
As I lay dying
As I lay dead
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