You left me in tears today. How could you, after all we've been through. The pain and torture. You're freaking out, I just know it...You've never acted this way before. You couldn't possibly mean what you've said. You can't possibly be telling the truth. Tell me you're lying, and come back inside my dear. Pick your bags up off the floor that you left as you stumbled down the hallway. Tell me that we're not finished. Undo what has been done. I'd give anything.

Put the gun down, and we can talk. Don't shoot yourself over a misunderstanding. Don't end your world because you think I did this, or you think I did that. Come back to me baby. Come back to the world we live in, so peaceful and forgiving. You don't want anything to be over between us as much as I do. Stop saying that you hate me. Stop screaming and yelling.

Remember the way we once kissed? With passion. And yet now that passion is filled with hate. But baby, you say it's too late! It's not! Stop being so stubborn and deal with our love that you want to let go. You do this with every girl. But can't it be different. Can't you find a way to let go of the man you used to be. And change for the better. Not just for the better of me, for you too. Love shouldn't just die. Love shouldn't be like a plastic rose. Not real and gets dusty. Sure it never dies...But it never blooms again either. That's what you think. You shouldn't have to have a love that blooms again. Cause when it blooms again, it blooms for another person. I thought we had a plastic rose. But it was a real rose. That quickly died.

Do you really want that rose to die? Something tells me you don't. So could you please, for me. Replace the real rose with a plastic one. For you it may not be real. But to me, it's as real you you and me could ever be.