Rosas

I like good people
Unfortunately, there's no worse shit
Than what I am now
I like being told nice things
And having roses thrown at me and picked up

I already felt the breeze, the breeze of the roses
Beautiful and dangerous, just like the intention
But they wither with just one look
Expected response equal to reason

I like good people
Unfortunately, there's no worse shit
Than what I am now
I like being told nice things
And having roses thrown at me and picked up

I already felt the breeze, the breeze of the roses
Rose and painful, just like the intention
But they wither with just one look
Expected response equal to reason