I'm sitting here, thinking of the good times and bad
Of the love for you that I once had
But, baby, I will no longer be used
I will no longer be beaten, battered, and bruised
You weren't there to catch me when I was falling down
I was calling out your name, but you were nowhere to be found
I fell on the floor, but you pushed me back down
I started sinking in the water, but you let me drown
But why, why did you choose me?
Why did you use me?
Why did you abuse me?
As all of these memories I began to recall
The scarlet tears of blood began to fall
They softly landed on the flower laying on my bed
And that's why this white rose has turned red
