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Some of Them Bring Roses
Something about me was different when I was with you
I haven't felt like that before, it made me feel like I'd known you
I'm not me around my other friends, not the way I am with you
They bring out smiles in me but you bring out happiness, and truth
And I'm scared to admit that to you
It makes me feel vulnerable, like you'll hurt me too
But at the same time
I've never felt more safe than when I'm with you.
But I won't talk to you anymore,
I don't open it easy after I shut a door.
Crying doesn't represent weakness, it represents courage
To let go of things you know you don't have control over
It's strong to know when you have been left behind.
because some people are blind, on purpose
They think that it's worth it but it's not.
I don't chase after things that don't want to be chased after
That's the opposite of what to do, it just makes them run faster
Stupid girls and stupid boys in this stupid world.
My outlook on life is simply this -
That people will never buy you happiness.
Happiness comes from strength
And knowing what to do with that.
You won't ever be strong if you keep letting yourself fall
You have to keep getting up, getting up, getting up
And walking til you can run
Running til you have to crawl
Until you fall again, and get back up.
Because life will throw you down and leave you in pouring rain
With nothing but an empty bottle on a Saturday
And no one to call and nowhere to go
Rock bottom sucks but it lifts you up, you know.
It's like people shoot you down again and again
Until after awhile you're numb to everything
And you stand there and take it until they wonder why
And then they walk towards you and suddenly realize
That you're beautiful. You're beautiful for you
Even with the scars and the heartbreaks and the wounds.
And your beautiful mess of a person won't let them in
Someone will try to make you feel but you won't cave in
You're sick of bullets. You're sick of hurting again and again
But some of them don't have guns, you just have to believe
Some of Them Bring Roses. Some of them won't leave.
Maybe you'll leave. Probably, maybe.
So I'll just tell you the truth,
I let myself feel again for the first time again, with you.
I needed it, I missed it, I wanted it.
Whether or not you leave is up to you
But you made me stronger.
And one more bullet can't kill me
So thank you.