Roses
Roses are red
Violets are violet
Romance is dead
The world is violent
People are so weak
Don't turn around
You'll get stabbed in the back
We all burn down
So you sit picking at the flower petals...
If he felt it strong enough, he would tell you
I gave you a rose but I rather give you a garden
Pull out the hose and get to watering
On hands and knees weeding
Thorns will keep you bleeding
You can't have the deep petals without the deep pain
It can't be sunny all day, our garden needs rain
