Roses are dead, Violets are dying, I say I'm fine but inside I'm crying.
I look in my future and see everything yet nothing.
I have my dreams, though I'm still throbbing.
Why is that, I have no worries.
Roses are dead, Violets are dying, for I do not know I want to be a rose who is no longer hiding.
I have all I could want, though why do I feel as if I'm truthfully lying?
My heart was once full, but now it feels as if it could be breaking.
I have fortune and fame, so why are my colours fading?
Though I should be, my hand is no longer reaching.
Roses are dead, Violets are dying, I say I'm fine but inside I'm crying.
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