He Bought Me Roses

With the sun on his back and the wind in his face
He bought me roses.

After he hit me, after he lied to me
He brought me roses.

It wasn’t my birthday or any special day
It wasn’t mother’s day or valentine’s day
but still… he brought me roses.

Is it my fault? I would say,
In the pool of blood were I lay he brought me roses.
All the times I ran, Never again I lied but behind my
pain a smile.

He brought me roses.

Lay them here they say, they look beautiful they say.
On the casket where I now lay.
After he hurt me, after I died.
He brought me roses.


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