I crushed a wild rose, in my hand
In my hand
The thorns cut deep
And the blood flowed fast
The pain decreasing
The numbness didn’t last
I spread the crushed petals, on my bed
On my bed
The sheets, they ran red
Overflowing and red
Life slowly ebbing
The sadness is going
I crushed a wild rose, in my hand
In my hand
As the sheets ran red
Nothing was said
The wild rose, will soon be dead
The wild rose was me
The delicate
Damaged
Beautiful
Wilting
Wild rose
Was me