Here she sit alone in cold,
With no one else, no one to hold.
While her tears they fall,
Silently, hidden at all.
She's a lovely rose as you can see,
Singing along and dancing free.
But hidden with this smiles of her,
There's a hidden side you cannot see.
This rose you see was never right,
It make mistakes, was never right.
Here this rose was slowly dying,
It just only want to end its suffering.
This rose of red, a shattered one,
From the cross telling, from everyone.
This rose is filled with lowly lies,
But still, it thrives in this pain so hard.
This shattered rose just want to die,
To end its life, to be free from pain.
But this rose of red, it struggles again,
It thinks of things that she'll regret,
Like the smiles of those who saw her beauty,
Like the ones she'll left if she end her life.
And so right now she make her mind,
That she would never dare to try,
To take it effortlessly, her only life.
That she will heal, her broken mind.
She will regain his peace of mind,
And live forever, with nothing bad.
She'll leave the things that make sad,
The sorrowful memories, of the heartless past.
And she will again rise back to life,
Good as new, pure and true.
This once shattered rose,
That regained its lovely life,
Will continue to amuse people,
And everyone she loves.