Teardrop of a Rose.
Teardrop of a Rose.
Teardrop of a Rose.
When the last words are spoken and the hate increases.
The teardrops are starting to fall.
Who were you to treat me like that.
And who was I to allow it.
I was just an young girl who was madly in love with you.
Now I will cry and read yellow lost love letters.
I miss your good morning kiss.
And the sweet words you would whisper in my ear.
Your flowers still on my dresser.
The sweet aroma of the roses flouts threw the air.
When the last teardrop falls,
I know I am over you.
I will laugh, smile and be happy.
I am Rose and these are my teardrops.
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