Part 2 - Denai Moore

And I hope that you’ll forget, forget about that lake

Where our flowers never blossomed, and it always seemed to rain

And I hope your coat’s still drenched in the spring and summertime

And you’ll keep me as a memory in a corner of your mind

Love is just a losing game

That we all never seem to win

I found myself standing there

With red roses in my hair

And I always seemed so easy, to say you never cared

That you wished that you could take back, all the time that you had spared

And they say that there’s a good thing in all that is bad

Then whys my heart still aching when you never came back

Love is just a losing game

That we all never seem to win

I found myself standing there

With red roses in my hair

And all at once I was alone, and I had nowhere to go

And I had nothing to keep, Except these words stitched in my sheets

I went searching in the dark, cause thats where all my demons are

And I found you standing there, with dead roses in your hair