My one love was like a rose, so beautiful, but cut me as I touched the thorn.
As the thorn cut me I watched the blood run down my finger.
It was a true sign that I was alive, and that my heart beats for him.
I then brought the rose closer to my chest, it had cut into my skin once more, but it showed that I would go through the worst pain to fight for him.
I could of just dropped the rose, but it held special meaning to me.
I looked even closer at the rose, it had brought a tear to my eye.
The rose reminded me of the beauty of you, but just like it you brought me unbearable pain.
If only roses didn't die, and love didn't hurt
As the thorn cut me I watched the blood run down my finger.
It was a true sign that I was alive, and that my heart beats for him.
I then brought the rose closer to my chest, it had cut into my skin once more, but it showed that I would go through the worst pain to fight for him.
I could of just dropped the rose, but it held special meaning to me.
I looked even closer at the rose, it had brought a tear to my eye.
The rose reminded me of the beauty of you, but just like it you brought me unbearable pain.
If only roses didn't die, and love didn't hurt
