when i don’t smile
i’m like a rose
i’ve been waiting for awhile
i’m like a rose
the world isn’t what it seems
all i can hear are my screams
i can feel my lungs begin to close
in my mind i’m in the middle of a trial
because i’m like a rose
are there people’s who think i’m a juvenile?
roses begin to close as spring fades away
however i do not always obey
like a rose
but somehow i still manage to stay on the roads
my brain starts to fog, i can’t see
i wish to be in reality
i want people to notice me
like they do a beautiful rose in an
bright field
but no one does, so i hold up my shield
for a good strong fight
i just wish i could be alright
like a rose
