the rose

It's like a rose, it's beautiful to me
only one thorn, but the contents set me free

although it starts brown, my blood quickly turns it red
it reminds me of a rose, but this rose wants me dead

three long years ago, the love afffair began
my guard fell and with my hand with its, i ran

i ran to the strip club to get money for this rose
i ran to the dealer and i stripped off my clothes

then i started to realize without it i'd fall ill
i would fill with such pain that only this rose could kill

i wake up and my day starts iwth pain
until i roll over and this rose fills my veins

the roses petals are falling off and i no longer feel the joy
with all the love i've given to it i realize im its toy

i need this rose around me or im too sick for life
i wonder what i ever did to deserve this sort of strife

i want to kill it i want it do die
but in the same note without it i cry

i want someone to swoop me away
i want to live another way

but im stuck in its trap
its seems this rose will forever rest in my lap