She carried a fake red rose with her
She carried it until the day she died
Seeking to give it to a love of disbelief
Instead it was placed upon her casket in grief
Mourned she was not by no one but few
A forgotten soul just passing by
Broken, Shattered, and Torn

She once found a love in secrecy
But it was the love only unannounced to him
A real red rose was placed into his hand
But once it was there it became crushed
She ran home in mascara streaked tears
Only to lock herself inside her room
Broken, Shattered, and Torn

Tear soaked pillow and curtains shut
She cried herself right through dinner time
Writing a note in dim candle light
By this time she was not crying anymore tonight
She pinned the note to herself and climbed
On her chair and tightening her noose she leapt
Broken, Shattered, and Torn

Her attempt escape didn’t work
Because of this she hurt even worse
Instead she went to bed and waited
For her dreams of mourning grief
She wanted to be taken away
From all this pain of rejection, leaving her
Broken, Shattered, and Torn

She didn’t grow up very happy at all
But instead of carrying a real rose of red
She carried a fake red rose instead
Growing old insider her home she sighed
Knowing no one would come for her she cried
Taking her last breath she did die
Broken, Shattered, and Torn