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What's the point of a rose when it eventually withers away
What's the point when eventually you'd just throw it away
You'd suggest not to waste a dime on something
That couldn't pass the test of time and pledged
That Fake flowers would be jus fine
You must not have been given a rose
So I presented the most beautiful flower amongst the floral arrangement
Maybe that act was selfish
But I thought you would smile and reflect on the thought
Or be Appreciative at the least
I thought
However You must've frowned upon the dark place in which that rose grew
Because instead of clipping it's stem
You gave it a pretty vase
I gave you fresh sharp pruning shears and floral snips
But I guess you didn't have a clue what to do with any of
Because instead of clipping the stem
You let that rose sit
Why
I guess you was afraid of a prick from it's thorn
But all roses have thorns baby
Those peddles would fall and without any thoughts at all you just threw it away
What a waste
You See
Caring for a Rose is not as easy as it seems
You couldn't have known that
Each day the sunlight feeds and reforms
Why not embrace the new life that is
Then reborn
Because of its thorns
Well, all Roses have thorns baby
Now you know