Roses

Life is no garden of roses, more like a thistle in time

Sailing past, waiting for no one is time

Sailing fast, waiting for no one this time



Now that you've killed me with your eyes, why did you push me away?

How will I make it without you? How will I go on my way?



Everything feels cold in the winter, everything feels cold

Everything feels cold in the winter, everything feels cold



Aaah, life is a garden of roses, roses just wither and die

Now that you've killed me with your eyes, why did you push me away?

How will I make it without you? How will I go on my way?

Life is a garden of roses, roses just wither and die