Roses are red and Violets are blue,
so many flowers I wasted just for you.
A boquet of Roses and a pretty little toy,
so much I wasted to give you joy.
My heart folded up in pretty little paper,
wrapped in my soul I hoped youd savour.
All that time spent weeks days and hours,
you could have at least gave back the flowers.
So I sent you one last flower with a note,
a black rose with the last note I ever wrote.
To heaven I went when I died or so I think so,
what I thought was only mere moments ago.
A beautiful flower is here and blooming so true,
god does it remind me how much I miss you.
so many flowers I wasted just for you.
A boquet of Roses and a pretty little toy,
so much I wasted to give you joy.
My heart folded up in pretty little paper,
wrapped in my soul I hoped youd savour.
All that time spent weeks days and hours,
you could have at least gave back the flowers.
So I sent you one last flower with a note,
a black rose with the last note I ever wrote.
To heaven I went when I died or so I think so,
what I thought was only mere moments ago.
A beautiful flower is here and blooming so true,
god does it remind me how much I miss you.
