Friday, August 05, 2005

I hate the way you lie

Yeah
Every rose has it’s thorn
Just like every night has it’s dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has it’s thorn

Just as every heart has it's pain
Just as I believe all your lies
Just as every cloudy night has it's lonely star
That's the way I have you
That's the way I love you