Resting in a rose garden.
Sleeping in thorns.
Smelling the golden Evanescence.
This is life.
Nosing the perfumes of the Roses.
And feeling the tips of their thorns.
Life's but a rose garden.
Sweet, but disaplined.
Life.
Resting in a rose garden.
Sleeping in thorns.
Smelling the golden Evanescence.
This is life.
Nosing the perfumes of the Roses.
And feeling the tips of their thorns.
Life's but a rose garden.
Sweet, but disaplined.