The rose was just alive, then someone pick it then it dies.
|it was just a simple, innocent girl
who avoids love, pain and everything
locking her little weak heart
and never let anyone unlocks it.
then one day, you came
letting her feel something strange
made butterflies in her stomach
and let her feel the feeling of being loved.
she was so happy to know you
knowing everything about you
little did she know
she was slowly falling into you
you get along
you made her happy
then the storm came
you made her sad.
she was then okay
but then you came
she was then alive
but then you made that rose dead and broke.