About Rosie

Rosie's a wallflower, left school at sixteen
She lives with her mum in a house on the green
Days trickled slowly like treacle, a badly drawn dream
Craving horizons, she's easily led
And our poor young Rosie got it in her head
To believe the first man who promised the world from his bed

The world can seem large, if you're made to feel small
It's harder to fly than to fall
But Rosie, she sits by the window and stares
She thinks she might love him, hopes that he cares

Seasons march onwards, as seasons must do
And people drift with them 'cause people change too
Rosie stays stagnant and waiting, the girl missed her cue
If you're told that no green grass grows beyond your field
You learn not to wander and instead learn to yield
Surrendering ambitions a little girl wore as her shield

Oh treading on eggshells, it's so hard to tell
If her lover will love her or if he'll raise hell
Chains on the heart are the hardest to break
It's the soft way he loves her and the hard way he hates

'Cause oh how he's angry and oh how he shouts at her
Tells her she's worthless, sows all his doubts in her mind
She's soft round the edges and blurred round the lines
But each night, he hardens her, leaves her defined by his lies

Oh Rosie, be careful, stay quick on your feet
Everything's changing and nothing's concrete
The only prison's the body you're born in
Everything's subject to change without warning