Velvet roses that aren't tended near,
leaves will wither while no eyes shed a tear.
As the boy who is Romeo
takes his heart and throws it fro.

Where will it go?
Have my tears drowned his eyes?
I just don't know,
my dreams seem to die.

Where will I go?
What will I see?
Is everything a burden?
Or is that burden just me?

I won't give up,
I won't give in.
Won't sip that poison from that cup,
no it won't that way end.
It's all just a dream to me.

Flowers in their seasons bloom,
but wither when winter is soon.
I just don't know
how she will go.

Is it destiny that plays a cruel hand,
that leaves no reason to comprehend?
I guess I'll never know,
so I might just have to go.