i tried to endure. but i can't. it just flowed out, it's outta my control, what can i do? i'll let you bloom, as beautiful as you want. though it has withered, you're still living, deep inside. the colour of you, is still red. Red rose, which signify passion. the passion i have for you. i feel inferior. again, i can't fucking do anything. when i closed my eyes, i can actually see you. yes it's that clear. maybe i am holding on, maybe i am dying for the wrong person. you once told me, i could pour my sorrows unto you. but tell me, how could i pour my sorrows unto you when all of these sorrows is from you. thorns are forever defending roses. defending them from predators, so they can extend their life. you will be the rose, and i will be the thorns.
