What can I do,
What can I do,
To show you my love,
That my heart is broken for you,
It once held a love true,
You were beautiful as a rose,
Whose thorns,
Drew my blood from my veins,
I had given mine heart,
And thy took it and stomped upon it,
You wished no harm,
I know you had not meant my anguish,
But my love,
My beautiful rose,
You bled me dry.
