One day I'll leave you a black rose on your door step.
You'll see it every where you go.
No matter where you hide it, it will always find you.
I hope it brings back the memories of you and I.
I hope it brings you pain, and suffering.
Like all the suffering you put me through.
I hope you cry a river and I hope you drown in it.
Why do I want all of this to happen?
Maybe because you hurt me.
Or could it be because you killed me from the inside out?
Or maybe it was the fact that you ripped my heart from my chest,
and then stepped on it.
No it is all of them.
You hurt me so much that I just can't take it anymore.
I want you gone forever.
You are never going to hurt me again.
I can promise you that.
And the next time you see my face I'll have a smile on it.
And you didnt put there.
I'll have my arms wrapped around another mans waist and you'll be thinking to yourself what did I truely lose.
So everytime you see a black rose think of me.
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