Don't blame me for thinking roses only show happiness and true love my man always got the thorns removed when he got me flowers But you don't understand someone's Importance until they are gone nor did I So now I sit back in a dark and lonely room removing the thorns To the flowers my fake lover got I removed them one by one with my bare skin and sore blood I left my Markings on his floor cause he didn't know it was the last time he called me his or so I hope the bloody markings creep him out all night cause I think I have bleed enough for a boy like him I think it's finnally time I am gonna be called a whore cause I ain't his girl anymore