Past is past i'm Mr.Wrong

Today...... only my pillow
knew the tears that my burning soul wept....
Dying inside day and night
Not as a prey of this cruel war,
but as a victim,
of your betrayed sacred love.......
My last humble request is;
"Give me a red rose
when i'm alive - not when i'm dead" . . . .
And remember this everyday,
No one could ever heal,
The pain of my wounded heart of the past,
only you could, but you didn't.
Now i'm lonesome, well
you were not lucky to marry me,