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Posted by fomentality on August 02, 2004 at 12:59:46:

In Reply to: thorn amongst roses posted by fomentality on August 02, 2004 at 12:39:29:

*accidentally pasted the song doubly, with a messed up bridge the first time through*

: all my life,
: i've been spoon-fed with platinum, coddled, and held by the hand--
: just to find
: that my future was carved, not in stone, but written in sand
: with those others
: vapid smiles, and promises, then right back out the door
: until you came
: and gave me so damn much more than

:
: roses red, decapitated
: stunning, sweet, but not far from death
: no stem to hold onto--never even knew
: what a thorn was until i met you
: now i feel something that's real, and
: though i bleed, these wounds will soon heal
: something to hold onto--never even knew
: what love was until i met you

:
: all my life,
: i've been put on a pedestal, much like a porcelain doll--
: just to find
: none willing to pick up the pieces after the fall
: with those others
: kid-gloves passing me on like some cheap whore
: until you came
: and gave me so damn much more than

:
: roses red, decapitated
: stunning, sweet, but not far from death
: no stem to hold onto--never even knew
: what a thorn was until i met you
: now i feel something that's real, and
: though i bleed, these wounds will soon heal
: something to hold onto--never even knew
: what love was until i met you

:
: petals everywhere
: on my bed
: in my hair
: and scattered all over my grave
: but a single rose red--
: its thorn-covered stem
: in my hands--
: has the power to save me...

: roses red, decapitated
: stunning, sweet, but not far from death
: no stem to hold onto--never even knew
: what a thorn was until i met you
: now i feel something that's real, and
: though i bleed, these wounds will soon heal
: something to hold onto--never even knew
: what love was until i met you



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