So much sorrow she has to bear, I watched her cry in her sleep.
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Day by day her pain becomes more, and then she turned to me.
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She becomes so aware, that life is ruthlessly unfair.
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And who are you to judge her pain? Cuz now maybe your suffer the same.
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Rose-such a lucky flower.
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So excited with her youth, she wants to be mature.
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Rose-such a lucky flower.
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So enchanted with her looks, we watch and we adore.
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Some things, never seem important, till there gone.
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Constantly struggling to make it on her own.
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She becomes so aware, that life is ruthlessly unfair.
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And who are you to judge her pain? Cuz maybe your suffer the same.
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Rose-such a lucky flower.
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So excited with her youth, she wants to be mature.
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Rose-such a lucky flower.
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So enchanted with her looks, we watch and we adore.
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And she put her hand in mine, and I noticed the tears in her eyes.
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Then she said to me, I need a friend tonight.
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So she said.
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So long this life, and all the weights heavy on my mind,
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So long this world, I was never meant for this, anyway.
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Rose-such a lucky flower.
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So excited with her youth, she wants to be mature.
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Rose-such a lucky flower.
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So enchanted with her looks, we watch and we adore.
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Rose-such a lucky flower.
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So excited with her youth, she wants to be mature.
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Rose-such a lucky flower.
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So enchanted with her looks, we watch and we adore.
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Rose
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Amy Studt |