Scarlet Roses of August
I feel no sympathy
for someone who doesn't call
when I send her roses;
I tried to apologize for all
the unkindness
and the anger that made me run
from her and wind up alone;
how I wanted to take
those words back...
even these tears
won't prove my sincerity!
Scarlet roses of August...
the bright color of the sunset
on a summer's evening,
today is another lonesome beginning
for me who finds your unforgiveness so vain...
made stronger by my useless pain!
I didn't have wings...I learned to fly,
and it took more than good faith
to believe in you step by step;
now all ends with this sad goodbye!
Scarlet roses of August...
staring at me and my vanity;
it could have turned out differently,
if I only had treated her more kindly!
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