Every Rose Has It’s Thorns

I am here sitting all alone thinking of you dreaming of you remembering times that we had. I remember the time you told me that life was like a rose you have to take care or you can get pricked by the thorn of death. You told me that people are like roses each one different each one unique different colours different sizes new buds old petals dying.

Every rose has its thorns just like life has death love has hate I see the colours of my petals and their changing from red to black since you left since you left you left I am broken.

I am changing I am falling I am lost without you I was once the life of the party now I hide away like a recluse you once told me that I should never change but since you left I am empty and you were what made me whole I pray to be whole again.

Every rose has its thorns just like life has death love has hate I see the colours of my petals and their changing from red to black since you left since you left you left I am broken.

I am here sitting all alone thinking of you dreaming of you remembering times that we had. I remember the time you told me that life was like a rose you have to take care or you can get pricked by the thorn of death. I never thought that you would leave me you wilted and withered your life was taken and now I know that I am broken.

Every rose has its thorns just like life has death love has hate I see the colours of my petals and their changing from red to black since you left since you left you left I am broken.