Rose Garden

Teardrops by the river
The Rose garden is withered
Drowning in the rainfall
The same clouds from where
It's red color came
Oh, I'd do it all again
But maybe change the end

This Lady looks oh so familiar
She reminds me of someone
I guess I miss her
As we talk, she becomes eerily similar
Oh, the closest I've ever been
To someone so distant

But the scene had been set in front of her
Bedset
All I see in their stained rings
Are the Rorschach Tests
Oh vague shapes of nothing less
Than what I make it
When my head's a mess

When my Head's a mess
When my Head's a mess
When my Head's a mess



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Throp
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