He'll lay you down on a bed of roses
With scattered flower petals on the floor.
Look around and there's no even posies
Fantasy—can hurt you deep down the core.
Honey-tongue that creates flowery words
Due to so much sweetness they seem unreal.
Playing songs with inappropriate chords
So loud. Too deaf, blind, numb to even feel.
Heavenly promise puts you down to hell
Sweet gestures to cover faults and mistakes.
In their eyes, lies are seen and you can tell
Tears are flowing, but it's your heart that aches.
Flowers wilt and wither, colors do fade
Fake love, like seasons, don't lasts forever.
Let all these fancy things that love had made,
Slip from our mind and be forgotten forever.