Hm...

Hm.
This is new.

Well not really

Same old story, right?
Girl meets guy
Guy meets girl
They fall head-over-heels in love
Live happily ever after...The End.

Whose ending is that?

I hate that ending.

But what the hell is this feeling?
This feeling that seems to have side-swiped me like a car on the freeway...

This is why I don't drive.
You can't control anything, things flying at you from all different directions!
And then the next thing you know, you're roadkill.
I don't know about you, but I'm not trying to end up like that.

Hm.

Argh, this feeling!
This nagging feeling
Its like a small child poking me in the side
trying to get my attention.

Do you happen to know what this feeling is?
If you do, please enlighten me.

Oooo, you think you know what it is.
You say it's because this is different.
Not like the other times.

Oh really?

Hm.

Did you hear about the Rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?...
I am the Rose.

Untitled.

So I heard a story about a Rose
And the concrete garden it makes its home

The Rose.

Leaves wilting

Deep Red petals, edges torn

Didn't get the easy life of the daffodils or sunflowers
But nobody gets to choose where they grow.

Stretching towards the sun
Craving its warmth

Always exposed to the world
Wanting, needing, yearning for shelter

Any source of comfort...but always going without.

Just another day in the Concrete Garden.

Did you hear about the Rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?...
I am the Rose.

Stupid Me.

Always Seeing truth in what was so clearly BS
Stupid Me.

Listening to the sweet words, thinking I was better than the rest
Stupid Me.

Making excuses for dumb shit, hoping for something else
Stupid Me.

Didn't know the rules of the game, didn't see he was in it for self
Stupid Me.

Set myself up again, just to get knocked down
Promised myself I'd be SO different THIS time around

THIS time came...
Passed...
And he's on to the next.

Stupid Me.

Did you hear about the Rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?...
I am the Rose.