Like Roses DieMature

I really fucked it up this time

Tearing my own heart to shreds

Leaving love like roses die

Sleeping in an empty bed

 

Tearing my own heart to shreds

I still remember every touch

Sleeping in an empty bed

I wonder if you hurt this much

 

I still remember every touch

Fingertips on fragile skin

I wonder if you hurt this much

I wonder why you let me win

 

Fingertips on fragile skin

The way our hearts would beat as one

I wonder why you let me win

Like roses die I've come undone

 

The way our hearts would beat as one

Until the midnight clock did chime

Like roses die I've come undone

I really fucked it up this time.

 

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