In my hand is a rose
that was left to die
but on that rose
was a thorn
that had a blood stain
where you pricked your hand
leaving a scar to remember
us...
but when the red petals fall
this rose won't last forever
i finally found out that we won't last,
forever...
we promised and prayed
but a reminder to us
that this rose was like our love
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