Life is a bed of roses with thorns
You can love something or someone madly
but yet still lode it sadly
You will then start to act so feisty
Stop, here are some words you should hold dearly
Life is a bad of roses with thorns that prick sharply
Sometimes roses wither away and could be spotted bearly
But don't ever try to stop living, fight with fiery...
but yet still lode it sadly
You will then start to act so feisty
Stop, here are some words you should hold dearly
Life is a bad of roses with thorns that prick sharply
Sometimes roses wither away and could be spotted bearly
But don't ever try to stop living, fight with fiery...