my rose
my rose
A blood-red rose
Growing between the other roses
Then the other roses start sucking the life out of that one little rose
It turns black and shrinks into a dead rose
The other roses don't mind, they didn't like it anyway
Would you cry if you'd see that one rose die?
Would you cry if you'd see mee
Crawling, hurted by others
No way to return my life into what it was
Would you mind?
Would you laugh?
Would you care?
A blood-red rose
Growing between the other roses
Then the other roses start sucking the life out of that one little rose
It turns black and shrinks into a dead rose
The other roses don't mind, they didn't like it anyway
Would you cry if you'd see that one rose die?
Would you cry if you'd see mee
Crawling, hurted by others
No way to return my life into what it was
Would you mind?
Would you laugh?
Would you care?
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| Auteur: sterre sitara | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 augustus 2002 | ||
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