Roots grow from where you've called home,
But also grow deeper into the soil as the flower blooms
I planted my roots deep into my heart
For as they say, home is where the heart is
You took me in and showed me the most precious flower
A delicate red rose that burned to grow into my heart and yours
Your rose faded from red to pink and finally to white as its roots grew out of my heart
At least i had my own roots still, but at the price of them wrapped around your heart
My roots were trapped deep in the depths of your heart, but your flower had died
In the end you decided to leave anyway, with my roots still planted deep
If home is where the heart is, then you stole my home and kept yours
Now i'm homeless and alone and i dont know what to do
