We argued we argued                          

we fought some more,                                  

The drink fueled our words                        

much worse than before,                                      

You went to bed I slept downstairs                                    

in the morning you were gone,                                      

The tears they welled was it forever                                              

but no it wasn’t for long,                                    

You came in with a bunch of roses                                                  

petals red and stems so long,                                      

My tears they turned to anger                                          

said I wanted you gone,                                                    

You asked me if I love you                  

said I was in your heart,                                          

But these rows these fights so explosive                                                  

there tearing us apart,                                            

 How was I to know what was gonna happen                                                

 as you got in the car that day,                                                      

So mad I ripped up the roses                                              

the petals all on the driveway,                                                            

They said you felt no pain                                                            

but how can that be right,                                                    

The truck driver it was his fault                                                            

drinking the previous night,                                              

 He hit your car full force                                          

and took your precious life,                                            

 Now all I am is a widow                                    

 no longer am I a wife,                                                          

I love you need you want you                                      

 but all that’s left is pain,                                                                                  

 And the very last thing I did for you was bin your                                                        

 roses in the rain….

.x.

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