Thorns of the Rose

I could start this story saying
He never knew a better way
Grew as a nice kid but it's the nice ones, that can hide their deeds away
And she was the reflection of what he thought he’d ever need
But sometimes things turn out to be as far from what they seemed
The lasting desperation he used to wipe out in his dreams
Made him spend his days conflicted
By the choices and the pleads

Drifting the halls
He never did quite belong here
As he sits all alone
Whispers to the only ghost that sat beside him
She has a purpose
And It bleeds through the surface
All the thorns of the rose never left his head
For days on end and no one knows

Oh, oh, oh
Crept to the side of the road
With the blood still in his hands
She told him soon this shame will fade
But they will never beat you up again
And I won't let anyone get close to you my only friend
Because they seek out to hurt you
And I won't forgive their sins

Drifting the halls
He never did quite belong here
As he sits all alone
Whispers to the only ghost that sat beside him
She has a purpose
And It bleeds through the surface
All the thorns of the rose never left his head
For days on end and no one knows

They ran committed their suicide
And no one will ever care to ask
So Why do I want to know
I want to know the truth behind the blood on my hands
And there’s still a need
They have to pay for their sins
I'm digging their grave
And I don't wanna know
You don't wanna know

You can ask for the dead
You can ask for the hopeless

Drifting the halls
He never did quite belong here
As he sits all alone
Whispers to the only ghost that sat beside him
She has a purpose
And It bleeds through the surface
All the thorns of the rose never left his head
For days on end and no one knows