My dear rose, oh how you stab me so.
Crimson blood stains your white petals.
And cold tears fall.
I want to let go of you, but I'll only bleed more.
It feels so good...
But it's so painful...
I feel your daggers from behind me, and I can't help but blush.
Even though my blood boils.
You stab me so well, but you're too good to waste...
My dear white rose, your petals now a crimson red,
I wonder if your thorns are fed.
