I wrote my love on a piece of paper
Now that he left I don't feel right
Burn it up with the fire of passion
To admire him without a bit of delight
You never really knew me, you never even tried
Love me to death and then make love to me at night
I hate you for this and I'll hate you all my life.

Now I'm here, a black rose for a broken heart
It will dry me away, no water nor rain for me
Again, a black rose, will I ever change?
Will I ever share company to someone else but myself...?