Other flowers were envious
She had thorns to protect her
But then came her lover
He loved her, he thought
The love bug they caught
So all her thorns, he cut
But then she bled a lot
All they wanted was to be together
But what he did slowly killed her
And when she was weak and ugly
He fell out of love so quickly
Bloom like a flower but don't let them take away your thorns.
