New leafs will somehow fall to the ground
Red roses will someday loose it's charm
It hard to live a legacy forever
or hold that polite mask infront of you.
Your true colours will be shown
somehow someday anyway...
So much rage and anger within
Oh how could I ever reach your heart?
When two subjective thoughts collide,
who are we to decide?
If the rage continues,
If we would just stay still
Not doing a thing,
holding aback for each other...
We'll always be like a wilted rose
A wilted rose.
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