My Dying Rose
The petals fall
From a dying rose.
My heart is broken
But no one knows.
I try to be happy
So no one will see
That dying rose
Inside of me.
Then all alone
Deep at night
I cry to myself
Til morning light.
Then once again
I hide behind a mask
And pretend I'm still happy
Should anyone ask.
And that rose will remain
Hidden in my heart
Until all petals have fallen
And I have fallen apart.