To grow from a seed into a rose, looks are deceiving, everyone knows.
My thorns are around me to keep me protected, from the pain and embarrassment, of being rejected.
Beautiful blossoms will come into bloom, knowing one day, they will meet their doom.
My roots are abroad, yet stuck in the dirt, to stay where I stand, I'll never get hurt.
And when its time for that change of season, I know, I will be the only reason.
That when my petals fall to the ground, no one to care, will be around.
My thorns are around me to keep me protected, from the pain and embarrassment, of being rejected.
Beautiful blossoms will come into bloom, knowing one day, they will meet their doom.
My roots are abroad, yet stuck in the dirt, to stay where I stand, I'll never get hurt.
And when its time for that change of season, I know, I will be the only reason.
That when my petals fall to the ground, no one to care, will be around.
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