The pain today,
It won't mean a thing tomorrow.
The rain will wash away,
So forget your sorrow.
The love today,
You won't see it there.
Oh, it won't stay.
It will turn into air.
The mistakes you made,
You weren't the only one.
If only you stayed,
But what's been done has been done.
You'd never realize the pained love of his soul.
And eventually his stained love becomes dull.

If there was a story,
What would it say?
Would it speak of tales of glory?
Or how he wouldn’t stay?
If there was a story,
Who would read it?
Would the adventure be too gory?
Would anyone heed it?
If there was a story,
What could it mend?
Could it rescue from purgatory?
Would anyone make it to the end?

You're such a rose
But when you cry
All the pain fills your eyes
And your tears look more like blood
You'll drag our race through the mud.
While we are here,
You'll be abused
When we are gone,
You will feel used
And through all the tears shed
And all the blood shed
You're still a rose
Such a beautiful bleeding rose

The pain today,
It won't mean a thing tomorrow.
The rain will wash away,
So forget your sorrow.
The love today,
You won't see it there.
Oh, it won't stay.
It will turn into thin air.
The mistakes you made,
You weren't the only one.
If only you stayed,
But what's been done has been done.
You'd never realize the pained love of his soul.
And eventually his stained love becomes dull.