I sit with my notebook, it rests on one knee
The guitar is in the corner, never far from me
My hair falls down my back in dark loose curls
This is me, this is the real Paper Rose girl
She has been sending them to your door
She has been placing them in your hands
Every day you got home to find more
A sea of them, a Paper Rose land
You can't help but smile, as you take
The first one, I ever did make
Unfolding the petals to reveal
Inside, my feelings, so real
In a shaky hand is scrawled,
From my knees I crawled
To the safety of your heart
Yet you have torn me apart
severed my spine,
you create shredded paper-petals
Perhaps next time,
I should send roses made from metal
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