We're still talking on my front door.
You're trying to put off the good-bye that will have to come.
You gave me a rose to try to cover the pain you've given me.
You leave before I say good-bye, ignoring the bitterness in the air.
As you drive away my tears slip onto the rose making the scarlet red turn pure white.
With you gone I finally feel free.
A great burden has lifted from my weary shoulders.
I reach for the sky and cry out to the world.
I can conquer anything without you in my life.
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