Love is a bloody rose, mostly from my heart. Seems so good but as soon as it begins the real pain starts.
So I’m afraid of the thing I want the most
she thought she had a chance but she never came close
Now I strategically disguise my pain with loud talk and seductive ways
Emotional torture could take me in my sleep
So I pray the Lord my soul to keep
but until that day
a pile of bloody roses takes my hearts place