Every rose has thorns
Maybe that's way I picked this on
It's a beautiful rose
I well put in a vase for everyone to see.
Time goes and this rose is no more
Now this rose is just thorns
But it's still a rose so it well stay
No on seems to notice its just thorns
I try to water it but it pricks me when I do
It hurts but people tell me it needs to be watered
I'll keep watering maybe it'll stop
Oh no it doesn't
Now it's me
I'm the one that hurts me
Not the rose
The rose doesn't hurt anyone...
I do
The rose is perfect
Me though
I'm just the thorns
I throw it away
It comes back
But I stay away it's no good
Everyone says why
"It was just thorns"
I tell everyone
Some don't like that says that the rose has needs
I don't care though
I'm happy now... Finally
