You are a rose, only with thorns.
You are a beauty, only dimmed by lies.
You are a jewel, only to be admired.
I should list it all: but my heart has hidden it all
Blinded by love, can’t walk away.
A stagnant swamp is what I became.
A rose that pricks the good is what you are.
With nothing is what the hopeless are left with.
You are the rose that turned my life into a barbed bush...
You are a beauty, only dimmed by lies.
You are a jewel, only to be admired.
I should list it all: but my heart has hidden it all
Blinded by love, can’t walk away.
A stagnant swamp is what I became.
A rose that pricks the good is what you are.
With nothing is what the hopeless are left with.
You are the rose that turned my life into a barbed bush...
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