Rose is a sign of love,
yet we touch and it hurt us.
we know we'll bleed
we know we'll hurt
we know we'll have scares.
we touch any way.

The rose will sit driping your blood
i watch as it drips mine
it hurt me and i dont mind.

cause he killed my heart and broke my sole.
he left nothing but a body
thats worthless and used.

so i touch the rose
i let my self bleed
i let it hurt me
and i let it leave marks.
and i watch the bleeding rose