I Am the Rose
They say it's beautiful
They say it's gorgeous
Until they've touched the thorns
They've been hurt by the pretty rose
Why does it bring pain?
They say I'm beautiful
They say I'm gorgeous
Until they've touched my heart
They've been hurt by the pretty girl
Why do I bring pain?
I can't help but get in my feelings
And say "I love you"
Then I realize my purpose
And have to stop you from loving me too
I can't keep starting something I can't finish
And try to finish something while starting something else
I cut people like the rose
It just depends on how tough their skin is when they touch my thorns
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