He's given me a rose bouquet

Of blossoms, snowy white

But when I did caress a bloom

I found some cause for fright

A single drop of crimson red

Ran down the snow-white bud

These fragrant signs of purity

Now tainted with my blood

The petals all were razor sharp

The thorns like tiny knives

Could it be my lover

Had meant to take my life?

My world it seemed to spin and spin

My vision became dim

I tried to fight back the thought

That these flowers had come from him

I cried an anguished cry aloud

And tore the bouquet apart

And drove the sword-sharp stems

Into my broken heart

And now I'm fading

And on the floor I lay

Next to the bloody, broken remnants

Of my Suicide Bouquet