Severed Rose

There's a beauty in the way you're worn

And the sharpness of your thorns

So vibrant in the imperfections

In the pain, there's something real

All that anger so concealed

Still you're lost in how to feel

Just let me hold

That severed rose

The pieces feel so cold, cold

All the tears won't bring it back to life

But hate will always grow

There's a beauty in the way you lay

And the way your color fades

You stand out now with your imperfections

No, it was never meant to fall apart

It was not supposed to cause us harm

But these days all I do is wonder

Is there a better way that we could start again

'Cause in the pain there's something real

All that anger so concealed

Still you're lost in how to feel

Just let me hold, oh-oh

That severed rose

The pieces feel so cold, cold

All the tears won't bring it back to life

But hate will always grow