Today as I was picking roses,I stuck my hand on a thorn.i pulled my hand away,watching the blood drip onto the rose.
It was the thorns,that got me addicted to pain.i loved it.
The thorns,the thorns.
They don't hurt me.
I love them.
Today as I was picking roses,I stuck my hand on a thorn.i pulled my hand away,watching the blood drip onto the rose.
It was the thorns,that got me addicted to pain.i loved it.
The thorns,the thorns.
They don't hurt me.
I love them.