Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Thorn Among Roses
Pick me,
I am a thorn among roses.
Out of all the pretty girls,
I'm not of top quality.
I am a thistle whereas
They are ferns.
I'll prick you,
Maybe with knowledge,
Maybe with sharp words.
I'll bleed you.
I want to see if you can bleed,
To know that you aren't as shallow
As your attitude heralds.
You are human and can be careless,
But out of all the beauties
In this world,
Won't you pick me?
A thorn among roses?
October 8, 2004
Suge
I am a thorn among roses.
Out of all the pretty girls,
I'm not of top quality.
I am a thistle whereas
They are ferns.
I'll prick you,
Maybe with knowledge,
Maybe with sharp words.
I'll bleed you.
I want to see if you can bleed,
To know that you aren't as shallow
As your attitude heralds.
You are human and can be careless,
But out of all the beauties
In this world,
Won't you pick me?
A thorn among roses?
October 8, 2004
Suge
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Thorn Among Roses
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