I have six red roses
Each have their own meaning...

You're at the palm of my hand,
The world is about to become calm...

There you go again
leaving me confuse...

I want to write a song
About your eyes and smile...

If only I can put to music,
Those eyes, that smile...

Pretty as you can be,
But you're probably not for me...

Tale as old as time,
Who knew words can rhyme...

Embedded markings,
A name written in my skin...

Love is a game
But I don't play with love...

Whenever sentimental moments hit me,
I go to the cinema...

Thick colorful make-up,
Rainbow colored hair...

Pouring rain,
I help my hand out...