You know, they say a thorn isn’t a bad thing
Its job is to protect the flower
But still, it’s a thorn
You get it? A thorn
My only prayer is that you stay for me
With your words and your voice, you soothe my soul
Your eyes are my world—every morning, you open my entire universe
You adore my laughter; with your smile, you silence my heart
You’ve always been my only solace; your lips breathe life into me
I’m not just living with you—I’d give life for you
My heart, broken and battered for you, you know that
You can read everything in these tired eyes of mine
Without you by my side, my body feels soulless
Every moment you’re not here, it’s all sorrow, all grief
There are no tears left in my eyes to cry for you
Yeah, sometimes I laugh too, but never like you do
If I were a flower, I’d now be a thorn, night and day, without you, without you
That damn serious face of yours—I swear, I even love that about you, I swear to you
If I were a flower, I’d now be a thorn, night and day, without you, without you
That damn serious face of yours—I swear, I even love that about you, I swear to you
Every night, I still send you energy. This feeling of mine connects with you
My legs go weak when I think of you
It didn’t matter what people said about us
I’m still here, chasing your life’s traces
Your eyes still hold so many stories
You still make my heart race
I still crumble at your feet, just like that
Wherever I go, it’s all you
I still love you, even though you’ve grown colder to me
Let’s solve this problem, but honestly, I’d prefer it if it’s always you everywhere I turn
Wherever I sit, the talk is about you
You can see it—you’re still inside me and you
I leave you to fate, but God knows this isn’t what we deserve
I get it—it’s my problem
You say, “She’s beautiful,” and I say, “She’s nothing compared to you.”
She was just a stand-in, filling your place for a moment, that’s all
Your lips still feel to me like another island
They taste different—a timeless masterpiece
Without you, I lose my mind, I become a hollow wreck
Every time you left, I shattered a hundred times
Wherever you sat, I sat alone in my emptiness
Every time you left, my entire world drowned
But I broke the dams of despair with thoughts of you
You’ve done something to me—made me this way
You’ve made your eyes my entire universe
You’ve made me admit, “I can’t without you.”
You’ve made my heart grow into a real person
You became my heart, my soul, my body
You became my wings, my life, my everything
You’re all my meaning
You became the warmth of my veins
You became all I know, the focus of all my thoughts
You’ve made it so I can’t even see happiness without you
You’ve taken my world with those eyes—I swear on them
You’ve left me broken, shattered
But I’ve turned you into a legend
If I were a flower, I’d now be a thorn, night and day, without you, without you
That damn serious face of yours—I swear, I even love that about you, I swear to you
You see, a thorn sometimes acts like a bowl hotter than the soup itself
You notice that, even after years, the flowers that need picking, get picked
Because until a flower accepts its thorn, no one else will accept it
Besides, a thorn’s job is to break the wind—not to fight the sunlight