Thorns

Why won’t you give me a reason why?
Babe, I’m begging you please
Oh, I suppose the redder the rose
The many more thorns, baby
The more thorns you find
Of the bouquet I chose
The most beautiful rose
And with my love I proposed
And round and round it goes
And up from the ground it grows
Eventually dies so slow
That’s why I need to know
I find it hard to face
The one rose I put in a vase
Not knowing you need more space
Reminds me that I can feel
Reminds me that I can still heal
Cause I smell your fragrance still
And I always will
Won’t you give me a reason why?
You’re making a grown man cry
I suppose the redder the rose
The many more thorns, baby
The more thorns you find
They say that real men are not supposed to cry
Next time give me fake roses so they’ll never die