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
