Rose with a thorn
Rose with a Thorn
Every Rose has a Thorn
Every rose has a thorn, so do I,
Every misery has a song so why sit and cry.
Had habits of the world u can call as many,
Enjoyed every one whenever there was a penny
Puffed, smoked, and drank whenever I could,
Every teen enjoys it and so I should.
Those were my days of class bunking,
What ever came out of my mouth was always stinking.
The day came, when I faced life in a shocking situation,
Had fast forwarded my life, now life was full of frustration.
Time had gone by and nothing can be brought back…
Thought that I was a free bird, but was carrying a huge sack.
I can’t go back to those days how much I try,
Every rose has a thorn, so do I.
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