Oh Rose

Oh rose, you look so sad to me

Your color is but a cunning scheme

Your scent is a trap, a thing pristine

My mind knows better than giving in

For below, wait the thorns and clean

You weigh on me, you make me meek

It shows

Oh rose, oh rose

Oh rose, you look so sad to me

Your leaves bend down in a plea

Your roots will soon smother me

Your friendly sun's my enemy

It seems you try to make me see

That I will never get out of apathy

Oh rose, oh rose

Have you seen what you're doing to me?

You lead me on so I can't see

What an evil thing you're in reality

How you drag me down into this dream

You give your thorns so easily

You weigh on me, you make me meek

It shows

Oh rose, oh rose