Just A Rose

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Every rose bush has thorns and you took mine off, only to have my petals fall off your arid hands
You undressed me from my protective power
You cut my life short by separating me from my roots and I foolishly convinced myself that I was safe with you
Boy, oh boy, I was just another rose kept until I started wilting

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