• I was standing on the sides of the streets,
    You told me not to cry,
    It's a New York night of my life.

    I need your love,
    I'm a Broken Rose.
    Your the tears running down my face,
    and the pain in my soul.

    I'm ganna need your love,
    I'm a Broken Rose.

    What the hell is this your giving me?
    The Flowers, the Smiles and Lies,
    Is this all for me?

    I know you can't save me.
    But I need your love,
    I'm a Broken Rose.

    You chose her over me,
    A Broken Rose.

    Nothing but a Broken Rose,
    Without Love.
    I'm Nothing.