My dear, Iām guilty.
I wished my rose never caught your eyes,
I wished you never loved me, but oh, you stayed, even if hurted you sometimes.
I wished you found a flower less thorny than me, im wilting, i wished to be forgottenā¦
So when I couldnāt bear it I could be free and forgottenā¦
But my dear, my feelings been selfish to trap you with meā¦
It ok, Iāll stay, until youāll forget my red tintā¦those roses, will be distant memories.


How u crop it on magma to?
u do know u can just crop it right?