Roses
Roses
She’s got all this love inside of her,
She wishes she didn’t.
She feels the urge to get rid of it,
She knows it’s making her vulnerable.
So she replaces her roses with thorns,
And starts to hate instead of love.
She’s got all this love inside of her,
She wishes she didn’t.
She feels the urge to get rid of it,
She knows it’s making her vulnerable.
So she replaces her roses with thorns,
And starts to hate instead of love.