I'll keep this memory,
it's like an elegy
to a prick I knew.
Her thorny heart,
hidden by a thorny hide.
It made me thorny too,
but that's no surprize.
And I sold out your heart,
my head it still pretends,
it never ends.

How can someone alter me,
I falter when I need to see a sign that
this is mine etc...

Save all the roses, save all the thorns,
make a crown,
to wear inside your head.

I'll never understand, the master plan,
I wish I knew.
Would you believe,
a rose gave it's thorns to me,
I'll never forget you,
I'll use them wisely.