The smell of roses linger on fingertips
And I wonder if you can still smell them
Though the edges are curling
And turning a deeper shade of red
He would have crushed them in his hands
Because he loves to destroy beautiful things
I guess that's why his palm is still red with my blood
But why did he ignore my tears...?
When they fell against his bloodstained fingertips
And when he called me beautiful
It was nothing special
I was only the next girl on his list
But you - you smell the roses, don't you?
And though I see the shadows across your eyes
I know it's only from the candles you've lit
He never bothered to take the time -
To taste the salt against my cheeks
From the tears that were meant for only him
And I only meant to say how much I loved him
Though he always claimed I was a liar
But I don't know when I stopped caring...
And he doesn't seem to have the answers
Because those crushed rose petals
Are slowly drifting from his grasp
You can't hold onto something that precious
And I guess that's why he let me slip between his fingers
Because the leaves were beginning to brown...
And I was no longer shaped to his liking
But you - you still smell the roses, don't you?
They still linger in the air around you
And they still look beautiful to you...
I know they're drooping -
But the stems are still strong
And I know you can see beyond the crush petals
Scattered about the floor in tear stained puddles