re the one rose that's left in my heart Oh we ought not to part I have said from the start You're the one rose that's left in my heart
my heart, You are the love of my life. A flower not fading nor falling apart, You're my harbor in life's restless storm.Rose of my heart. Rose of my
the one rose that's left in my heart Oh we ought not to part I have said from the start You're the one rose that's left in my heart
rose of my heart, You are the love of my life. A flower not fading nor falling apart, You're my harbor in life's restless storm.Rose of my heart. Rose
right Should I ruin my life or my pride Can we save what we had And if he comes back Will I ever get it out of my mind He's out buying her roses And
need you Lawrence you are my guiding light To what's true that's me and you forever my heart is in your hands yeah my heart is in your hands my heart
your heart, for me My california king In this california king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I've been california wishing on these stars for your heart, for me My
way My, but we learn so slow And heroes they come and they go And leave us behind As if we're s'posed to know-why Why do we give up our hearts to the
Every rose has its thorn To stab your heart For every word misspelt For every knife that cuts you Every rose has its thorn To stab your heart I watched
man makes a toast to Rocky and my sister Rose, "A life of years free of tears. Bottoms up and lots of luck!" ` Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose
pain Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen Cause everybody's in paying back society I'm guilty of a life of sin I watched the drama occur My
was raised, "Fuck this life," I rose my right Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me, my misery I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames In my search for fame will I change
Before You Judge Me Look At All The Shit You Did To Me. My Misery I Rose Up From The Slums. Made It Out The Flames In My Search For Fame. Will I Change
no more And let me smile again Before I go away And cease to be While I refused to speak My agony was quickened My heart burned within me As the fever rose My
on your lotion I can help you with that I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style Or
of milk on my diablo bitch Remember packs on my ass with the due, due brown stains Now it's rose gold rims and the due, due drown Range I hear 50 giving