Mahogany Rose

There's a mahogany rose that only grows, within this heart of mine, and can grow old if let outside, for its fragile to the flow of time. Frozen in my heart to see, to remember what once belonged to me, her love I thought would always be, I can only feel now, through memory. There's a mahogany rose that only grows within this heart of mine, a rose so special, that it does not need, rain or even sunshine. It grows and lives from the tears I cry, and images from a past that long ago died. So strong it seems deep down inside, yet drapes a little more, remembering her goodbye. There's a mahogany rose that only grows, in a place where loves memories move slow. Trapped now in this hypnotic maze, where remembering all of what used to be continually change. Simply seeing her walk away, now I know that nothing stays the same. There's a mahogany rose that only grows, within this heart, now made of stone. Tried so hard but can't let go, u told me that you'd love me so, and now that this pain is all I know, I'm cold, for all I have left is this mahogany rose...