Kiss From a Rose
As I embrace this rose the thorns piercing my flesh
tells the story of a heart break that's nothing like the rest I stress
she loves me less and less
A blessing turns into the embodiment of my fears with no lesson
And not a word from a friend will it lessen
I overload and burst the stress out with dreams of ridin hearse makes me fear for my future
When dreams turn reality you only fear the kruger
But me I fear the ruger that is palmed by
Those with fold arms
exposed to the same style of the clothes you throw on
And with that I wonder what you're dying to see
Someone elses face when the one that's really dying is me
I don't fear any man except the one in the robe
Who's all bones with a sickle snakes for the brain
Takin me sane and leaving my brain
And wake up in a place where I forget where I came
But that there's heresay but I don't wanna see change
So as I miss the piercing pain
I will kiss the rose
the thorns they stay, the hearts exposed
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