The dead rose on my table..

There's a dead rose on my table
withered and burned..

There's a dead rose on my table
bent and forlorn.

Empty of life
a symbol of loss..

Empty of life
a piece of my soul.

Its autumn folds

so silent and dead..

Its autumn folds

so dark and depressed.

A reminder of my mistakes
a breath of my past..

A reminder of my mistakes
the past you forgot so fast.

In a cracked plastic bottle

it stands there aloof..

In a cracked plastic bottle

i can feel it accuse.

It screams with its silence

to let the gone go..

It screams with its silence

the truth i already know.

I look at it every day
thinking "i'll throw it today"..

I look at it every day
finding a new excuse to let it stay.

In the depths of its dead swirls

i want to smell the scent long gone..

In the depth of its dead swirls

i look, for the love no more.

There's a dead rose on my table

getting deader by the day..

There's a dead rose on my table

telling me the pain is here to stay.