I've always admired roses, but not for their color
There's something about them that I have not jet discovered
Yet everyone tells me that I'm looking in to deep
That it is simply a flower just a little prize you get to keep
Yet there is something special about the roses that you see it isn't about the petals
But about the thorns for me
It pedals me how something so beautiful and rear can cut you so deep and you won't even care
