Secret Pain
As i hold this thorn,
On my skin.
The blood within,
Runs over my skin.
My blood is red,
Like a new rose,
Even now,
No one knows.
The pain i have is,
Hidin inside.
The pain I have,
Makes me cry.
This thorn on the rose,
Is the pain on my side,
The pain of love that makes,
People cry.
On my skin.
The blood within,
Runs over my skin.
My blood is red,
Like a new rose,
Even now,
No one knows.
The pain i have is,
Hidin inside.
The pain I have,
Makes me cry.
This thorn on the rose,
Is the pain on my side,
The pain of love that makes,
People cry.