Your love is like a dying rose,
how much pain, knowbody knows,
as the leaves curl,
your love goes onto a swirl,
as the petals turn black,
you feel the love you lack,
as the water drains out,
you realy want to shout,
as the stem falls down,
you have an unchangeable frown,
the rose looks so very sad,
the pain kicks in oh so bad,
as the petals start to fall,
you know thats the end of it all.