Cerce Pink Rose
I always thought I was a pink rose
I always saw myself as a pink rose
I thought of myself growing in a garden
Growing in a garden under the sun
I thought I would be surrounded by all the other flowers
I imagine people sitting in this garden
Under the sun talking and laughing
Taking in the beauty of a pink rose in a garden
I thought people would be happy to see me
I thought people would be happy in this garden
I always thought I was a pink rose
I always thought I was a pink rose
I always thought I was a pink rose
Yeah, sure I'm a pink rose
I'm a pink rose sitting atop a headstone
I'm a pink rose surrounded by crying people
I'm a pink rose in the middle of a cemetery
Saying goodbye to the one you love
I'm a pink rose of mourning
Surrounded by darkness
Surrounded by darkness
I'm a pink rose on a gravestone
I'm a pink rose on a gravestone
I'm a pink rose on a gravestone
I'm a pink rose on a gravestone
How could I be so self aware
Yet so clueless on my youth
So clueless of my purpose
I'm a pink rose with no understanding of what people need me for
I'm a pink rose of grief
It's like I know who I am but don't know [?]
Too optimistic, unloved
I'm a pink rose
Not growing any further
I'm a pink rose bound to death
I'm a pink rose of sorrow
I'm a pink rose
I'm a pink rose
I'm a pink rose
I'm a pink rose
I'm a pink rose
