Bed Of Roses
A bed of roses made for you But the only thing you wanna do Is searching for the thorns that may be inside A naked body, so simple and real But the only thing that you feel Is shame of the purity In reaction you just hideThe wide eyes of desperation Will put your mind in desolation And even if your heart is free Your mind never will be The wild eyes, the wild eyes The wide eyes of…
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