Roses
He draws the shades down to his room
He tries to smile but it's no use
And he's wagering his life
He feels that he can never make it
No one could know because he fakes it
The end is waving in his palm
He tears the skin now (he's just a small boy)
He let's a cry out (in a small town)
He's turning pale now (with his hands up)
And he's trying to let go (and his face down)
Feeling helpless, he was so selfish
And all who love him may not see him smile again
His life is spilling to the floor
Someone is opening the door in time to save him
They'll see the pain behind his eyes
And stitch the wounds but inside he seems to die
He's trying, he's dying to know why they love him so
He lost his faith, he's gone astray and he's letting go
And he's trying, he's dying to know
Why they love him so?
He'll take another breath and smell the roses from his would be grave
He laid face down and kissed the ground
With peace of mind he closed his eyes
And when it rained that day it washed his pain away
And they'll send him flowers and he'll smile for hours
And he's fine now, and he thanks you all
You saved him from the fall, his pride will rise
Depression will die and he'll be so full of life
(Were all dying around him, I can't complain)
Rosas
Él baja las persianas de su habitación
Intenta sonreír pero es inútil
Y está apostando su vida
Siente que nunca podrá lograrlo
Nadie podría saberlo porque finge
El final está ondeando en su palma
Él se rasga la piel ahora (es solo un niño pequeño)
Deja escapar un grito (en un pueblo pequeño)
Se está poniendo pálido ahora (con las manos arriba)
Y está tratando de soltarlo (y con la cara hacia abajo)
Sintiéndose impotente, fue tan egoísta
Y todos los que lo aman quizás no lo vean sonreír de nuevo
Su vida se está derramando en el piso
Alguien está abriendo la puerta a tiempo para salvarlo
Verán el dolor detrás de sus ojos
Y coserán las heridas pero por dentro parece morir
Está intentando, está muriendo por saber por qué lo aman tanto
Perdió su fe, se ha desviado y está dejándose llevar
Y está intentando, está muriendo por saber
¿Por qué lo aman tanto?
Tomará otro aliento y olerá las rosas desde su supuesta tumba
Se acostó boca abajo y besó el suelo
Con paz mental cerró los ojos
Y cuando llovió ese día, lavó su dolor
Y le enviarán flores y él sonreirá por horas
Y está bien ahora, y les agradece a todos
Lo salvaron de la caída, su orgullo se elevará
La depresión morirá y estará lleno de vida
(Estamos todos muriendo a su alrededor, no puedo quejarme)