Every rose has it's thorn.
Though it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain
Lika a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But that scar, thar scar remains
I know I could have saved our love that night if I'd known what to say
But instead of making love we both made our seperate ways
And now I hear you found somebody new
and that i never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife
