Rose
Thursday, 1 August 2013
My love is like a red rose. It may be beautiful now. But my sharp thorns will hurt you. My love is like a red rose. Yes, I may be fragrant. But the closer you get, the more I’ll hurt you
Don’t look at me with that light glance. Don’t speak of love easily. If you want my heart, you need to take my pain too. Because you will be pricked by my thorns someday.
Don’t trust me too much. You don’t know me that well yet. So just run away run away. I said ooh ooh ooh. Don’t love me. You don’t know me that well yet. I said run away just run away. Don’t come to me.
My love is like a red rose. It may be beautiful now. But my sharp thorns will hurt you. My love is like a red rose. Yes, I may be fragrant. But the closer you get, the more I’ll hurt you.
Seeing your confidence makes me feel so bad for you. Your confident footsteps toward me looks so pitiful today. Emotions? That’s an extravagance to me. Love? That’s Obsession’s best friend. So run away just run away. Cuz you and I must come to an end.
Don’t trust me too much. You don’t know me that well yet. So just run away run away. I said ooh ooh ooh. Don’t love me.