If I was a rose
I'd play my best the role
And keep my thorns always sharpened
I was so naive
I was just another
Flower in your fucking garden
Your t shirt's burning on my skin
Cycling through late Berlin
A busker serenading jazz
Reminds me
This too shall pass
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Parara Ram
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Parara Ram
Dust from the shelf
Books for self help
Where was my mind
I don't understand
Yeah I'm trying to
Not to blame myself but
If every mistake was a lesson
Then why am I still such a mess oh
T shirt's burning on my skin
Cycling through late Berlin
A busker serenading jazz
Reminds me
This too shall pass
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Parara Ram
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Parara Ram
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Parara Ram
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Pam Param Pam
Parara Ram
