English Rose...

A bleeding heart is a tortured soul,
It kills the days, when I think I'm alone,
She was a beautiful english rose,
The best woman I've ever known.

She walked in the shadows of her tattooed streets,
The people that passed by, always seen her as a freak,
I seen how sad she got, I seen her when she'd start to weep,
I should've told her that I was her king and that she was my queen.

The time wasn't right,
I was scared to live a life,
I was scared to smile,
But, I seen love in her eyes,

Was I afraid to be happy?
Was I afraid of a reality?
I don't want my heart broken again,
I still remember the haunting pain,
To feel empty,
I was alone,
Should I have said something?
A no,
I don't think I would've coped,

A bleeding heart is a tortured soul,
It kills the days, when I think I'm alone,
She was a beautiful english rose,
The best woman I've ever known.

This woman is still around,
She has gave me hope,
I was lost, but now I'm found,
She is the reason,
She is my beautiful rose...