Twelve petals on a rose

Each one representing my undying love for the boy

Love is dead, so it goes

My broken heart, away it goes

He will never know for he is too coy

Twelve petals on a rose

Sniff. Sniff. The boy turns up his nose.

He slowly rips off my petals just to annoy

Love is dead, so it goes

He has no troubles, yet I have many woes

His fake love, what a destructive decoy

Twelve petals on a rose

I wither away, yet he grows and grows

My overwhelming pain, I know he must enjoy

Love is dead, so it goes

His horrific nature, I wish I could expose

My suffering brings that monster abundant joy

Twelve petals on a rose

Love is dead, so it goes