I know that she isn't the rose for me
But I find myself plucking her
Holding her in my vase designed for someone else
And try as I might, I can not throw her away
Lord, I am trying right now
But every time I look at this beautiful flower
I stop
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
I know that she isn't the rose for me
But I find myself plucking her
Holding her in my vase designed for someone else
And try as I might, I can not throw her away
Lord, I am trying right now
But every time I look at this beautiful flower
I stop
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