My love is like a red rose.
It may be beautiful now, but my sharp thorns will hurt you.
My love is like a red rose.
Yes, I may be fragrant.
But the closer you get, the more I'll hurt you.
My love is like a red rose.
Love isn't always what they promise it will be. Sometimes, it's the poison that runs through your veins, the trap you can't escape. It's not saving you-it's destroying you.