He picks them out and plucks them out
One petal at a time
One after the other,
Until the rose leaves its strand of thorns
“A rose is better off without its thorns”, He says
This is what he does;
Sees nature as it needs to change
Tweaks around a beautiful rose
Tweaks around a beautiful rose
He picks them out and plucks them out
One petal at a time
One after the other,
Until nothing is left but just a strand
He plucks and plucks and plucks
Messing beauty as it was…but he fails to understand
Roses are not condemned to weeds
Just because of there thorns
Alas, these thorns would prick him,
And he would burn.
He burned.
Oh he burned
He found the flaws in everything.
And everything was just one other flaw
until she went crazy
He picked and plucked on that,
only to cast her among the crazy ones
To you who noses in,
He thinks we are all crazy.
But he will pick us out and pluck us out
One petal at a time
This is what he does…
“To fix us all!”
Fix your mouth
Fix your heels
Fix your emotions
Open your eyes.
We are all crazy,
We are all crazy
And doomed to this life
Maybe there lies her fate;
That pureness is never enough
That sincerity could never calm his thoughts
He says she is delusional,
Is she?
Or he is?
