Roses

When I was young I felt
So free to be myself
Now this person in the mirror,
She feels so detached
Can I go back again
Be in the springtime when
Life was easy

But it’s not roses
All roses
Keep tryna defend
The thorns I feel

There’s a part of me
In my memory
Now I’m walking through history
Tryna hold her hand
Let her speak to me
As she’s teaching me
Why life felt easy

It’s not roses
All roses
Keep tryna defend
The thorns I feel

Roses

I’m laying here in the dark
Asking her to come on home
Nowhere left to hide
I feel the thorns in my side
So come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Come on home

It’s not roses
All roses
Keep tryna defend
The thorns I feel

It’s not roses
All roses
Keep tryna defend
The pain that’s real

So come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Come on home