Pink Rose

I always thought I was a pink rose I always saw myself as a pink rose I thought of myself growing in a garden Growing in a garden under the sun I thought I would be surrounded by all the other flowers I imagine people sitting in this garden Under the sun talking and laughing Taking in the beauty of a pink rose in a garden I thought people would be happy to see me I thought people would be happy in this garden I always thought I was a pink rose I always thought I was a pink rose I always thought I was a pink rose Yeah, sure I'm a pink rose I'm a pink rose sitting atop a headstone I'm a pink rose surrounded by crying people I'm a pink rose in the middle of a cemetery Saying goodbye to the one you love I'm a pink rose of mourning Surrounded by darkness Surrounded by darkness I'm a pink rose on a gravestone I'm a pink rose on a gravestone I'm a pink rose on a gravestone I'm a pink rose on a gravestone How could I be so self aware Yet so clueless of my use So clueless of my purpose I'm a pink rose with no understanding of what people need me for I'm a pink rose of grief I'ts like I know who I am but don't know my fate Too optimistic, unloved I'm a pink rose Not growing any further I'm a pink rose bound to death I'm a pink rose of sorrow I'm a pink rose I'm a pink rose I'm a pink rose I'm a pink rose Goddamnit, why am I a pink rose? I'm a pink rose of sorrow Of sorrow Of sorrow Of sorrow Of sorrow Of sorrow Of sorrow Of sorrow Of sorrow Of sorrow