The Ache of a Rose
Promises not so easily broken
How is it that I could be so naive?
Blinded to the forays you had with him
My heart feels as though its upon my sleeve
Broken and lost for you, how can I live
My heart pounding 'til bursting, 'twas for you
All that I was I would happily give
So that we had never had been split in two
Sometimes it can hurt so badly, but I...
I wonder is it really all that bad?
To always question myself and ask why
Like the poetic thoughts of an Arab
Dreaming about the way that things have been
Knowing that nothing can beat what I've seen.