I re - a - lize the way your eyes deceived me,
With tender looks that I mistook for love.
So take away the flowers that you gave me
And send the kind that you remind me of.
Paper ro - ses, paper ro - ses;
Oh how real those roses seem to be.
But they're on - ly im - i - ta - tion,
Like your im - i - ta - tion love for me.
I thought that you would be a perfect lover;
You seemed so full of sweetness at the start.
But like a big red rose that's made of pa - per,
There isn't any sweetness in your heart.
Like your im - i - ta - tion love for me.