Lyricist : Bowie Rabas

Composer : Bowie Rabas

The roses in my garden

Have been long forgotten

With their pale wilted petals

We'll look for something much

Much more special

New roses will grow

Much better than the old

We want a brighter shade of red

Like the blood that I

I always shed

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder

But I have begun to decay

So tell me im lovely before I get older

And I start to wither away

The sun disappeared

And the airs getting colder

And I'll cry again

But not on your shoulder

So tell me im lovely before it's all over

The thorns cut into me

Oh so perfectly

And although my dress is stained

I must be pretty and in pain

I've already bloomed

Now what am I to do

The rain will help more beauty grow

Along comes a new

Star of the show

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder

But I have begun to decay

So tell me I'm lovely before I get older

And I start to wither away

The sun disappeared

And the airs getting colder

And I'll cry again

But not on your shoulder

So tell me im lovely before it's all over

Made of flesh

Arms and legs

Shoulders chest

Clothed undressed

Hot and cold

Young and old

Lost control I used to be beautiful

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder

But I have begun to decay

So tell me I'm lovely before I get older

And I start to wither away

The sun disappeared

And the airs getting colder

And I'll cry again

But not on your shoulder

So tell me im lovely before it's all over