lyrics: Richy Vesecky music: Frank Bango
roses are not red
a still life never growing
the sun is not a source of light
and the wind will not be blowing
birds will die up in the sky
the sky that is not blue
everything is as it was
I never loved you
roses are not red
the rain has not been falling
and telephones ring unaware
of why we bother calling
no one there would ever care
to hear what we've been through
everything is in its place
I never loved you
your face so unremarkable
could never light this lonely town
your voice all but forgotten
does not echo every single sound
your eyes without expression
there's nothing special in that kiss
so why do I spend every night
dreaming of the things I'll never miss
no joy as spring arrives
there's nothing sad about you leaving
and I will live my life the same
though maybe this time without breathing
so look through these eyes that never cry
and any fool could see what's true
that roses are not red
and I never loved you