I was a lady with her curls,
Float above the world
Flowers would rain down on me,
But I never thought about the worth
Never questioned since my birth
Until a thousand roses were my life,
A thousand roses left and right.
A thousand roses all tied up
A thousand roses left for dead.
Ruined purity, forced maturity
Roses, replaceable,
Thoughts untraceable
Roses are taken for...