Roses
I find It kinda odd, that this rose grew thorns
When before I had a softspot like newborns
was sweet then bitter I can't taste no more
guess all roses wither, then litter the floor
At my door, a single pretty white rose laid
U gave me white cuz u said reds just too plain
Pain dissapated and became somethin better
Still Remember the night u gave me your sweater
Genuine gestures began to relieve the pressures
Of wearin a mask to please my other half
Wish I kept it on and gave the flower back
Now I can't move on the sweaters on the rack
Glass heart shattered when I fell for you
Can't believe I really felt for you..
Really dealt with you...
Not regretful cuz what's done is done
Now I got another rose hope it gets some sun
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