ROSES
Got those dying roses in the bedroom
That you kept when he left you
There ain't nothing left to say
Keep old pictures for the memories
But it hurt so much to see
That he's thrown them all away
A piece of you dies every time
You see his face the way he smiled
Block his number right now
And make sure that he noticed
Change the lock to your house
And burn the fucking roses
Forget the memories your out
Watch how past decomposes
Flush those pictures right down
And burn the fucking roses
Burn the fucking roses
And burn the fucking roses
Burn the fucking roses
Still got all his stuff left in the bathroom
Hope that he's thinking of you
When he kissed her in the rain
Keep on thinking he is back tho
Cause the way he holds her kills you
It's not you but him to blame
A piece of you dies every time
You see his face the way he smiled
Block his number right now
And make sure that he noticed
Change the lock to your house
And burn the fucking roses
Forget the memories your out
Watch how past decomposes
Flush those pictures right down
And burn the fucking roses
Burn the fucking roses
And burn the fucking roses
Burn the fucking roses
And burn the fucking roses
That you kept when he left you
There ain't nothing left to say
Keep old pictures for the memories
But it hurt so much to see
That he's thrown them all away
A piece of you dies every time
You see his face the way he smiled
Block his number right now
And make sure that he noticed
Change the lock to your house
And burn the fucking roses
Forget the memories your out
Watch how past decomposes
Flush those pictures right down
And burn the fucking roses
Burn the fucking roses
And burn the fucking roses
Burn the fucking roses
Still got all his stuff left in the bathroom
Hope that he's thinking of you
When he kissed her in the rain
Keep on thinking he is back tho
Cause the way he holds her kills you
It's not you but him to blame
A piece of you dies every time
You see his face the way he smiled
Block his number right now
And make sure that he noticed
Change the lock to your house
And burn the fucking roses
Forget the memories your out
Watch how past decomposes
Flush those pictures right down
And burn the fucking roses
Burn the fucking roses
And burn the fucking roses
Burn the fucking roses
And burn the fucking roses
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Writer(s): Leif Bent
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