A Withered Rose

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I’m a withered rose whom you’ve killed for the second time

I’m a dying rose lying on the ground

Under the full moon and howling sound

Maybe I asked for too much

Maybe I was a fool

Maybe I was too naive

To believe your lies as promises

But darling, don’t you know?

I’m vulnerable enough for you to kill me twice