Every rose has its thorn

We both lie silently still in the dead of the night.. Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside. Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did? Did my words not come out right? Tho' I tried not to hurt you.. Tho' I tried.. But I guess that's why they say ..

Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song ..

Though it's been a while now I can still feel so much pain, like the knife that cuts you.. The wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains ..


Now I hear you've found somebody new and that I never meant that much to you.. To hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife ..




Poison