Blooming Thorns

(ooh) Vines of beauty, flowering blossoms

Bloom each day of life

Beauty

within and out Still tangled

in the quiet strife

They still strangle me

without a doubt

They block my vision

so I can't see

And they poke me

so I will bleed

(yeah, they strangle me)

Velvet leaves that wrap my throat

Petals falling soft and red

Every thorn a bitter quote

From the living to the dead

They still strangle me

without a doubt

They block my vision

so I can't see

And they poke me

so I will bleed

(let me breathe)

They won't

set me free

Beauty within,

beauty without...

Still choking it out. (ahhhh)