I've been waiting on my own too long for nothing but love I'm no longer sure it even exists With each possibility of opening up with each possibility of falling deep I start to feel how my heart gets torn I close my eyes to beauty I close my heart to affection Love killed me Yes, with love I always find my place among the ashes So before I open up my arms and heart before I pour out every dream inside my soul before you kiss me on the lips Prove to me that I can trust you that I can sleep and know you will be there in the morning that I can cry tears of joy for the first time Prove to me that you are not going to make circles in my life. I've been waiting on my own too long I easily scare I easily run
A white rose, for a man that loved me so but I returned a cold heart I detested his love the reason is still alien to me A scornful gaze welcomed him home, my tantrums haunted his mornings. Until the day he walked out of the door and never returned.... He was not the man for me.
A blue rose, for a man I fancied....so rare A love I was deceived to have found My guard I let loose liberating him into a monster On my knees I served him, On my back were wounds from lashing when his temper skyrocketed He learned the ways to puppet a desperate woman.... until I round-kicked him unconscious He was not the man for me.
An orange rose, for a man I loved so He loved me too and this I know for sure but he walked away nevertheless Each thing in a skirt had his tail wagging for a taste His desires were unquenchable Until I set all his belongings on fire... that's when he realized that I meant business. He was not the man for me
A yellow rose, for a man that made me ashamed of my own bodily desires I was needy, running from loneliness, ready to take in anything. I met the devil in person My body was used I hated my existence I almost denounced life until I buried a bullet in his skull. He was not the man for me
A red rose, for a man I never loved but loved to be his destination when he wanted to cheated on his wife Our escapades were wilder than animals in the Savannah The intensity of not being caught in his marital bed, the mid-nights escapes Breakfasting with sunrise Life was such a delusion until when he was given a chance to choose I was left standing alone.....crying. He was not the man for me
A black rose, for a man I know so well. Through think and thin he has never let me go for he knows deep down I'm just as fragile remove the scornful gaze, the never ending tantrums, desperation's subordination, enslaving desires, and settling for less, under my coat of scared human skin is a woman searching for love Until I learned to love myself, to treasure life that's when I found love. I'm the man for me.
I've been waiting on my own too long
