They all stare and laugh
They don't know
They don't know
They don't understand the beast
That'll soon snap
And their bodies will lie there
In a crimson pool of regrets
Just wait, wait for the snap
Then they'll find out
I'm a rose, laced with thorns.
Many fear to hold me
Because their soft delicate skin gets pricked.
I wait for the day my savior comes along.
And grabs me without a fear
Careful of my thorns making sure not to disturb them
And allowing me to grow and bloom.
Then, we'll see.
