Rose
I walked out of a flower shop with a red rose
The sun sinking in the horizon, an evening beauty
Every eye that saw me probably led their mind to think…
Think that some lucky lady was pointlessly going to feel fragile
End the beauty of a romantic set in orange with a broad smile
Maybe she deserves it… Just maybe
This was the first time I ever bought a rose, the only time
I had the chance to make my apology sound different
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