I'm finished. I'm done. I have nothing left to give.
I cant sleep. Cant eat. I've lost my will to live.
They say talk is cheap, so I bought every word she said.
All the promises she made, just turned out lies instead.
Forever and for Always, that's what I always told her.
But I find myself alone as these winter nights grow colder.
I tried to move on, time and time again.
But her sweet seduction continually drew me in.
Exactly how she felt, I never really knew.
I thought I read the signs, I guess they just weren't true.
I loved her so much, even more than I can say,
But to her, Love was such an easy game to play.
I know I've said goodbye, a couple times before.
But I have to say, I have just one more.
It wont be a letter, nor a poem made of prose.
My last goodbye, will be a single tear-stained rose.
A beautiful white rose, It's what she'll always be.
A symbol of my love, and what she meant to me.