There's a beauty in the way you're worn

And the sharpness of your thorns

So vibrant in the imperfections

In the pain there's something real

All that anger's so concealed

Still you're lost in how to feel

Just let me hold

That severed rose

The pieces feel so cold

All the tears won't bring it back to life

But hate will always grow

There's a beauty in the way you lay

And the way your color fades

You stand out now with your imperfections

Oh it was never meant to fall apart

It was not supposed to 'cause us harm

But these days all I do is wonder

Is it better now that we start again

In the pain there's something real

All that anger's so concealed

Still you're lost in how to feel

Just let me hold

That severed rose

The pieces feel so cold

All the tears won't bring it back to life

But hate will always grow