Story's getting old,
Replayed memories,
It seems that you were dying.
I hope that you died smiling,
So, now are you happy?
Happy that you left me in your dust.
Don’t worry, it’s the thought that counts.
So, how should I show my affection,
My slow progression,
A dying regression of hope for the world.
And this is how I’ll hide my sorrow,
Praying that it rains tomorrow,
Angels weep as you're forgotten.
I can’t remove these scars,
Carving out these memories has become a part of life,
Memories hurt more,
Memories of you,
Sinking deeper,
Deeper into your eyes.
You look so peaceful,
Here's my rose and the promise that I can't forget...

The promise with your name on it.