6.Dress of Roses
A dress hangs in the closet
She hung it there late one night
But now she's gone and I'm in your bed
And all that's left is a dress of roses
I see her there, in that small gesture
A dress she wore, then hung with care
It's screaming there, but you don't seem to hear
And I'm all alone with that dress of roses
While you're holding me you still hold onto her
And the memory of what you shared
Is still hanging there
The rising sun brings a rude awakening
You sleep soundly while I loss and turn
I find my bag and steal one look back
And leave you with that dress of roses
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