• You gave me pretty roses
    But then you had to leave
    You gave me pretty roses
    Then left me here to grieve
    I watched the roses live
    Now I watch them die
    Their petals growing smaller
    I see the darkness not the light
    The roses are growing tired
    Like you grew of our love
    Our love once was beautiful
    But was it also tragical
    You didn't leave me roses
    You left me our lost love