Thorn On a Rose
Suck in the air of a brand new day
But it's the same old sh*t that's got me stuck at bay
When everything you say is questioned
At the sight of your face, my air is still lessened
But I somehow manage to put up a good front
You seem to think I don't care cause my answers are blunt
I have good reasons to act the way that I've been
But your touch continuously burns straight through my skin
Seeping passed my ribs and rattling my bones
This is when I realized that my gaze was far too close
Opening my mind to the bigger picture while striking a thoughtful pose
It turned out that you were nothing but a thorn on the rose
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