Roses

Life is no garden of roses, more like a thistle in time
Sailing past, waiting for no one this time
Sailing fast, waiting for no one this time

Now that you’ve killed me with your eyes, why did you push me away?
How will I make it without you? How will I go on my way?

Everything feels cold in the winter, everything feels cold
Everything feels cold in the winter, everything feels cold
Ahahahah

Life is a garden of roses, roses just wither and die
Now that you’ve killed me with your eyes, why did you push me away?
How will I make it without you? How will I go on my way?
Life is a garden of Roses, roses just wither and die