You gave me flowers
And the thorns had stung my hand
And you said roses
Were the flowers for a special kind of man
I held them tight
My hands bled and I never let go
It was worth every moment
Because the pain helped me grow
The roses had died
I had realized a little too late
Because now you're gone too
You and the roses shared the same fate
And now I stand at your grave
With tears and roses in my hand
Because you said roses
Were the flowers for a special kind of man...
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
You gave me flowers
And the thorns had stung my hand
And you said roses
Were the flowers for a special kind of man
I held them tight
My hands bled and I never let go
It was worth every moment
Because the pain helped me grow
The roses had died
I had realized a little too late
Because now you're gone too
You and the roses shared the same fate
And now I stand at your grave
With tears and roses in my hand
Because you said roses
Were the flowers for a special kind of man...
