I’ll play the bad guy if it’s what you want,
shine the light at me in a way that portrays me with horns,
let the shadow deceive the others.
But still, like the spotlight, I’ll shine.

Just like a false spring,
you’ll portray me as colder than ever,
Just like summer,
I’ll come to rise.

Tell them I’m like a rose,
whose only intention is to draw in to hurt.
Tell them my thorns,
my thorns ***** worser than the rest.  
Tell them who sharpened the thorns.

With the bud coming out,
I’ll sprout
up from the forgotten soil,
I’ll vegetate.

I will grow,
Because I’m meant to grow.
I will wilt,
because I’m meant to wilt.