Years go by at the speed of never ending pain
You can take the fame; I'll keep my sanity
Deserters we've been called. In the end
It doesn't even matter

The petals of my rose opened only for you
The storm of our love only battered the budding life of mine
Only to have the razor edges of your actions severed our bond
I will plant my thorns of ruination in the pit of your being

You called me again.
To tell me of blistering news
Why has my torment not ended?
Am I a toy to abuse in your hands?

When the poison blossoms
I will laugh at your funeral
On the day you tore my petals to the floor