A traditional sight, I've seen before,

A man giving a rose.

He doesn't know, his girl's a whore

And so he shall propose.

Side by side, they walk the aisle,

both seem so content.

But then she bangs his best friend Kyle

and the groom is a little bit bent.

With this act, the wedding's off,

The groom falls into hell

from the bride, not even a cough

as he slashes with a nail.

The months go by and he accepts,

the things that are meant to be

In reality, he only adapts

but he shall never be free

One last rose falls to his floor

as he finally throws the key

who would have guessed her to be a whore

and he could turn into me

Lonely and fallen, my heart deeply sank

my body hitting the floor

If only I was high up in her rank

then she wouldn't have shut the door.

One last rose, on the table

I finally hit the floor

On my foot, they place the label

I was once alive, but nevermore.