Black skies and white lies
How does it feel to hold her close?
I gave it all to make this right
But love is like a wilting rose.
What is she that I am not?
Anger, hate and lust
Envy spins a web so well
Leaves memories and dust.
So when your name falls from her lips
How does it make you feel?
For all my life I never knew
That pain could be so real.
You try and try to let her go
Yet you're the one who chose
To feed the envy, hate, and lust
Yes, love is like a wilting rose.