You are not and never will be a rose.
Of all the things I've kept from this, the letters are one small percent,
And I realize that what I thought you felt for me was obsession.
I'm allergic to flowers, but you'll be my passion.
Looking back at how you watched my every move,
It was the desire to control something that drove you to me.
We'll be together forever if it's the last thing I do.
Whenever I hear that song I hate it,
Just as you pushed me and pushed me until I hated you too.
If anyone tries to come between us, I'll murder them. Blood will coat the walls.
