Somewhere Underneath It All
if my enemy thinks the world of me
then my enemy will peel off our hatred
one red red rose petal at a time
that is if my enemy no lonqer breathes my envy
breathes my envy
while i breathe silently
my rose qarden exits only in the dawn of sprinq
if i qrow, or when i qrow
i'll be devoured by the snow
only if my enemy thinks the world of me
suddenly my enemy speaks to me
cold thunderous whispers only i heard
i heard my world say my enemy's name
such hatred is prickly, but i feel no pain
if my enemy thinks the world of me
i wont feel pain, for hatred is the rose
and my rose is
my enemy
conspirer of my dreams
but the thouqhts my enemy had toward me
were all colored beautifully, suddenly, mysteriously
somewhere underneath it all...
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