Roses

When all the things that I have said are done
Swimming in regret a tinge of none
But all the roses they were seeds once
And I am one

When all the roses bloom into beauty
No one will know of how they came to be
From piles of dirt to yellow broken seeds
To red bombs of love, one day I’ll be

Through mazes and the choices things I’ve said
Trying to hold a piece already dead
The face you made is burned into my head
And I’ll bury it

The roses don't have secrets once they’ve bloomed
All petals open vibrant breathing wounds
But she is just as strong as thorns and roots
One day I’ll bloom

One day I’ll

Through mazes and the choices things I’ve said
Trying to hold a piece already dead
The face you made is burned into my head
And I’ll bury it

The roses don't have secrets once they've bloomed
All petals open vibrant breathing wounds
But she is just as strong as thorns and roots
One day I’ll bloom
One day I’ll bloom
One day I’ll