Roses and Thorns

Every rose has its thorns

Even the ones like me

I wonder why they smile

Is it the facade they see?

I know they don't see me

For who and what I am

The rose that hides her thorns

Still not caring if she's damned

All they know is fame

That came along with glory

I really do think it sad

How they won't hear my story

Of how I came to be

And not tobe deceived

By their eyes and by the lie

I had always believed


There is no such thing


Is nothing but an illusion


Only exists in the minds of illusionists


Mine has always been damned

This I only realize now

The very fool I have come to be

Let this heart of mine stay cold

As the world around me is such