Oh Rose

Oh rose, you look so sad to me You 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 unclean You weigh on me, you make me meek It shows 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... 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 the stream You give your thorns so easily You weigh on me, you make me meek It shows Oh rose...