No matter how hard I try
I'll never destroy your rose garden
I have pulled them up from the root
Trampled them under my heavy boot
Hedge trimmers and fire
Hatchets, scissors, hammers, and ire
I'd throw a ******* grenade
...if I had one
Pump round after round into them
...from my gun
But my memories of you
Are like those rose bushes
No matter what I do
They always grow back
And I'm always stuck
...****** at the end of a thorn