There's a beauty in the way you're worn And the sharpness of your thorns So vibrant, in the imperfections In the pain, there's something real All that anger's so concealed Still you're lost in how to feel Just let me hold That severed rose The pieces feel so cold All the tears won't bring it back to life But hate will always grow There's a beauty in the way you lay And the way your color fades You stand out now, with your imperfections Oh it was never meant to fall apart It was not supposed to cause us harm But these days, all I do is wonder Is it better now that we start again In the pain, there's something real All that anger's so concealed Still you're lost in how to feel Just let me hold That severed rose The pieces feel so cold All the tears won't bring it back to life But hate will always grow