I am like a rose
so delicate, fragile to the truths
a hidden beauty lies in me
a beauty hidden even from you
some times i feel protected
but my thorns do me no good
i get cut to make other lives happy
but eventually ill fade
and then they find a way to replace me
and ill be thrown away
im used for a brief moment
only a week or two
but just like the rose
there is nothing i can do
some people try to save me
but still i start to fade
my beauty becomes darker
my life begins to die away
i am like a rose
a beauty hidden inside
no one has ever seen it
because no one has ever tried
