Oh rose, you look so sad to me
You color is but a cunning scheme
Your scent is a trap, a thing pristine
My mind knows better than giving in
For below wait the thorns unclean
You weigh on me, you make me meek
It shows
Oh rose...
Oh rose you look so sad to me
Your leaves bend down in a plea
Your roots will soon smother me
Your friendly sun's my enemy
It seems you try to make me see
That I will never get out of apathy
Oh rose...
Have you seen what you're doing to me
You lead me on so I can't see
What an evil thing you're in reality
How you drag me down into the stream
You give your thorns so easily
You weigh on me, you make me meek
It shows
Oh rose...