I speak softly to a red paper rose
And I coil when it turns away from me
I'd give it water and a kiss
But I know it would disolve and fall away from me
And trying to find another quite like it would take forever
And I'd still find no other quite like it
I speak to the rose but it never replies back
As if it doesn't hear me
Or as if it were ignoring me out of spite
I dream of holding the red paper rose in my arms
But it'll poison me deep
The thorns of the rose cut open all the scars in my heart
But then from that new scars will form
After time the rose will begin to rot
And the paper rose will turn to black
Disapearing from my eyes forever
