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I used to be the perfect rose, the cream of the crop |
A Rose Without Red I used to be the perfect rose, the cream of the crop With such an intense beauty, I could make hearts drop I was the car that everyone wanted to have one day I was the rainbow to a sky that was grey With eyes that could set the Atlantic in flames And a mustang spirit, too wild to tame I was a true beauty in everyone’s eyes And just like a rose, that beauty dies One day his eyes just grew blank with a stare He’d look right at me as if I weren’t there I used to be the girl that made his heart dance The girl of his dreams, The girl out of chance His eyes would sparkle when I walked in his view But now seeing right through me is all he could do It hurts to know that I’m the rose that lost its red That now I am just a body who lies with him in bed In a click of a clock, and a minute too soon I became his dirt, instead of his moon What in me died? what has gone bad ? I used to be the only beauty he had They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder But what if those eyes are your only shoulder What he believes in his soul and in his heart Is the only reason that I don’t fall apart If he only knew that all he says means the world That I take comfort in being his beautiful girl If only he knew that how he sees me is everything And that without a view of a rose, I am nothing If only he knew that his words make me breath And the ice in his tone makes my heart bleed If only he knew that the more he hurts me with such bitter cold Is forcing my hands to slip, making it harder to hold If only he knew that one day I’ll slip And if he keeps on this way, I’ll rip Well my heart will be ripped square in two If I continue being a dead rose to you . . . |