-I said i could be compared to a flower
you said it's beautiful and i was not,
that hurt, in the end it doesn't matter
i can be, you see it is you that cannot,
-please let me tell you that i can be
after you hear, i know you'll agree,
in the end you will know and will see
your just stupid, thats it, it has to be,
-my life, compare it to a flower
compare it to a single red rose,
me and it, not once do we cower
we stand tall, as the wind blows,
-I'm like the rose, like when it must die
but it's not dead, neither am i, just asleep,
there times when I'm sad and i will hide
always open,but close when it must sleep,
-the rose like other flowers wither in the cold
fortunately i don't, I love that deadly season,
like them my beauty is hidden,but it is known
we both have thorns and hurt without reason,
-But unlike the rose i am not as beautiful
not as some think I am, there just to pretty,
unlike a rose I'm tough and always cruel
also unlike the rose I bite and am deadly,
-we are alike, we love to be seen, to have fame
to stand still, have people watch our every move,
we both travel and are called by our sweet name
we have thorns in very place and every grove,
-the difference, there beauty is know in all ways
a rose likes to be known for it's beauty, not me,
it loves those hot, sunny, warm and loving days
i love those cold, deadly days,with sorrowed peace,
-see i can be compared to a rose, my friend
you said i couldn't it was to beautiful, and it is,
but so am i not that you could tell in the end
cause you are close minded to bad, is isn't it.
