You knew I was a rose,
But you still tried,
To pluck me,
So I think you deserve,
The pain my thorns gave you,
When you tried,
To make me wilt.
You knew I was a rose,
But you still tried,
To pluck me,
So I think you deserve,
The pain my thorns gave you,
When you tried,
To make me wilt.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 