I’ve pricked my finger on the thorn
Of this rose I’ve held since I was born
And let my body be weather-worn
By the bloody tides of love
And I’ve tucked my tears behind my eyes
And still let myself romanticize
Feeding my memory bolstering lies
To keep my heavy heart held up
And though I may drown in a sea of denial,
Playing frivolous games like an innocent child,
Masking my pain with a crooked smile
While my spirit starts to break,
I’ve lived long enough to know the rules,
As love is blind and fate is cruel,
That time is the only sanctioned tool
That can remedy this ache