I’m a Rose with thorns, sharp and wild,

Petals soft, but the edges get riled.

I guard my roots, I stand my ground,

But deep inside, there’s a softer sound.

The world sees red, but they miss the bloom,

Caught in the shadows of a guarded room.

But past the walls, past the pain I keep,

I’m still human, with a heart that beats.

Thorns can cut, but love still grows,

Even in storms, I let it show.

I’m not just petals, not just pain,

I’m fire and rain, joy and strain.

I’m a Rose with thorns, but don’t retreat,

At the end of it all, my heart still beats.

I’ve been broken, bent by the breeze,

Yet I bloom again, with gentle ease.

Every wound shaped my roots, every tear’s a seed,

Feeding the roots of what I truly need.

I’m fierce, I’m soft, I’m in-between,

A wildflower soul in a concrete scene.

You’ll feel my fire, but if you dive deep,

You’ll find my heart still pure, still sweet.

What I am on here is just a persona,

But the ones who truly got to know me feel the aroma

Behind this rose of passion, there’s more inside,

A soul that rages, a heart that’s cried.

I feel just like everyone else,

I rage, I break, I heal myself.

I cry just like everyone else,

So tell me again am I cold, heartless bitch?

I withdraw when I no longer feel safe,

When comfort fades, I make my escape.

But that don’t mean I’m hollow or cruel,

I’m setting my boundaries that’s my rule.

My past don’t define me nah, that’s dead weight,

I’m cuttin’ loose the guilt, I’m reshaping fate.

Been drowning in blame, for moves I regret,

But I’m done payin’ dues for a pain I won’t let.

I put me first now yeah, that’s self-love,

A queen with thorns, but I rise above.

Ain’t heartless, just smart with my peace of mind,

Took the hurt, made art, now I realign.

I’m not my mistakes, I’m the lessons I learned,

The bridges I built, not the ones I burned.

So I’m done with the guilt, done with the shame,

I’m the Rose in bloom remember my name.

So I’m lettin’ go for me, not you,

If I cut you off, it’s ‘cause I had to.

It don’t mean I’m cold, don’t mean I’m cruel,

It means I chose me now that’s my rule.

I’m done dimmin’ my light for the sake of peace,

If you cost me my soul, then I need that release.

I’m still a Rose heart loud, fierce and free,

But I’ll choose my worth, every time… I’ll choose me.

I’ll choose me.

I’ll choose me.

Thorns can cut, but love still grows,

Even in storms, I let it show.

I’m not just petals, not just pain,

I’m fire and rain, joy and strain.

I’m a Rose with thorns, but don’t retreat,

At the end of it all, my heart still beats.

So if you see the thorns, look twice,

There’s warmth beneath this cold disguise.

I’m still human, fragile and sweet,

A Rose with thorns… and a heart that beats.