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These Roses

NOW. I HAVE TO ADMIT. WHEN I FIRST HEARD THIS SONG, IT WAS AT THE END OF DEGRASSI'S NEW BOILING POINT EPISODES. {{YES, I AM 23YRS YOUNG AND I DO STILL WATCH DEGRASSI SOMETIMES. JUDGE ME IF YOU'D LIKE BUT YOUR NOT GOD. }} AND WHEN I FIRST HEARD HER VOICE, {{MY HEAD WAS DOWN, AS I DEVOURED MY BAKED TILAPIA WITH WHITE RICE THAT NIGHT}}  I WASN'T DRAWN TO IT, BUT AS I HEARD HER WORDS, IN THE SONG, I WAS A LITTLE MOVED.  HER LYRICS TO THE SONG OVERPOWERED HER VOICE. I AM NOT THE ONE TO JUDGE; IT'S JUST THE SIMPLE FACT, THAT HER VOICE IS A LITTLE DIFFERENT. SHE REMINDED OF ME OF MACY GRAY FOR A MINUTE, BEFORE I LOOKED HER UP TO SEE WHO IT REALLY WAS BEHIND THE MUSIC. NEVER HEARD OF THIS WOMAN BEFORE, BUT I HOPE TO HEAR MORE OF HER.  I AM MOST DEFINITELY IN LOVE WITH THIS SONG.

I'll sing you sweet song, if you say to.
I'll write you the saddest of all words, rhymes and phrases.
I will be your everything and I will try to give you everything back. 
But I cannot give you my love.
No I cannot give you my love. 
When I got fight in these roses
I still can't be scared
I got stones in my pockets
And I still can't be shared
I got you in my heart
To make this all harder
And I will stay addicted to you 
I will stay addicted to you. 


Take me down to the garden
Let me lay with you
Hold my hand
Don't let go
If you feel like kissing me
Do
Now there's butterflies in me baby
And I just don't know what to do
You could stand up straight
You could be the best of my dates
But I still wouldn't see you
For I
Cannot give you my love
No I cannot give you my love


When I got fight in these roses
I still can't be scared
I got stones in my pockets
I still can't be shared
I got you in my heart, 
To make this all stronger
I will stay addicted to you
I will stay addicted


I'ma stones throw from heartache
Hear me tumbling,
crumbling down
Is it too late
To lose faith
In everything working out right
We say forget or forgive
But I cannot do that to love
When I got fight in these roses


I still can't be scared
I got stones in my pockets
I still can't be shared
I got you in my heart
To make this all harder
I will stay addicted to you
I will stay addicted to you.




There is one, that I am addicted to. Does he know? YES. HE DOES. 


BUT HE DOESN'T CARE. 
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