It's a lover's curse between me and him/
A curse with scars and tears, along with fights/
A love that has grown so weary and slim/
But a love that will last many a night/

He is miles away from my poor heart
In a state I cannot call my home
He has been my heart and home from the start/
But I am here and he is there, alone/

So this curse I carry through night and day/
I wish he were here to just hold me close/
For my broken heart and the price I pay/
So I sit here waiting for my Red Rose/

So this curse we carry now my dear
Is to sit and wait until the other is near/