I say goodbye and you say hello. Every rose has its thorn. We both lie silently still. In the dead of the night. Although we both lie close together. We feel miles apart inside. Was it something I said or something I did. Did my words not come out right. Though I tried not to hurt you. Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn. I listen to his favorite song.

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