The Rose

One day we were together
And I had the world
And now we're apart
And all I have left is this rose.
A silk rose to remember you by.
A fake rose...
Fake, just like you

And now I'm left to wonder,
Did he ever really love me,
or was it all just a joke?
Was he telling the truth,
Or was it all just a lie?
A lie he made up
to amuse himself at my expense?

Looking back I guess I know the answer,
But I'm too afraid to admit it.
I'm too scared to admit that
I was just the butt of his cruel joke,
Nothing more.

And deep inside I wish it wasn't true.
I wish that those nights together meant
More to him than they actually did.

Because then it would mean that
Everything I did for him
Wasn't pointless.
That every gesture he ever made
Wasn't empty.

But deep inside I know what we had
Wasn't real.
And now I wish that I could turn back time
And return to all that.
Not to erase it, but to re-live it.

Because to you those moments may have had no meaning
But to me they were filled with hope.
To you those nights may just have been to pass that time
But to me they were to fill the void I felt when you weren't there.

Amazing moments,
But now they're gone.
And all I'm left with is a rose.
A single rose to remember you by.
A silk rose,
Beautiful, and so realistic,
But still so fake.
Just like your love.