roses are not redna still life never growingnthe sun is not a source of lightnand the wind will not be blowingnbirds will dienup in the skynthe sky that is not blueneverything is as it wasni never loved youni never loved younnroses are not rednthe rain is not been fallingnand telephones ring unawarenof why we bother callingnno one therenwould ever carento hear what we've been throughnneverything is in its placeni never loved youni never loved younnyour face, so unremarkablencould never light this lonely townnyour voice, all but forgottenndoes not echo every single soundnyour eyes without expression, nthere's nothing special in that casenso why do i spend every nightndreaming of the things i'll never miss?nno joy as spring arrivesnthere's nothing sad about you leavingnand i will live my life the samenmaybe this time without breathingnso look through these eyesnthat never criednand any fool could see what's truenroses are not rednroses are not rednroses are not rednand i never loved younroses are not rednroses are not rednroses are not rednand i never loved you