Drowned in sorrow- The rose i thought was pure, elegant, and beautiful turned of to be a thorn small, hurtful, and sharp, thought it was a flower but turn out to be a thorn, i guess i was too naive that i couldn't see the sharpness, "What a shame, what a shame".Or maybe i tried to lie to my self so it can be sweet, pure, and elegant, but its was all a lie, or maybe i was the problem........"What a shame, what a shame".