• I can't hold on if the thorns are there,
    Scathing my palm like you don't care.

    Elegant as you are, I continue to bleed,
    Holding on to your every need.

    Taking my breath for your very own,
    Enjoying yourself while I'm never known.

    To you I'm nothing,
    just filth in your world.

    To me you're everything,
    I can't just let go.

    So i bare with your thorns,
    since you are my rose.

    Although you neglect me,
    My love only grows.