Fly away my darling rose. I pray there's joy, on the path you chose. You found love without me. I was blind, to what i could see. I found love again too. With death, rather than you. I recall the plans we made. While you only planned the game, you played. Some scars don't fade. From my hand, or the one's you made. You couldn't even say goodbye. It's just as well, it would be the first time you didn't lie. So long my dear. I pray when i go, you never hear.