Paper Roses (by Marie Osmand)
I realize the way your eyes deceived me
with tender looks that I mistook for love.
So take away the flowers that you gave me.
And send the kindness that remind me of.
Paper roses, paper roses.
Oh, how beautiful they seemed to be.
But they're only imitation like you imitate your love for me.
I thought that you would be a perfect lover.
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start.
But like the sweeet red roses made of paper.
There is no steady sweetness in your heart.
Paper roses, paper roses.
Oh, how beautiful they seemed to be.
But they're only imitation like you imitate your love for me.