Just let me fly away from here
Like a dove that descends from heaven into hell
Bringing the light of love
And flames of darkness to the world
Carrying not an olive branch, but a withered rose
Bathed in crimson, for those w/ loveless joy

Scents of Cheery Blossoms past
Tears of broken-hearted girls
But I love you, and only you
Whoever pities me
But loves me not,
And loves there own
Oh for pity's sake
It's just a sad story called my own

I will pray for my afflicted soul
For God never told us
How long a broken heart could dwell,
And how hard it would hit
Torn in pieces because of you
Lost and never to return

Scents of Cheery Blossoms past
Tears of broken-hearted girls
But I love you, and only you
Whoever pities me
But loves me not,
And loves there own
Oh for pity's sake
Its just a sad story called my own

A withered rose
Bathed in crimson
For those w/ loveless joy
Oh for pity's sake
Give them loads of roses
While I get nothing in return