When all the things that I have said are done Swimming in regret a tinge of none But all the roses they were seeds once And I am one When all the roses bloom into beauty No one will know of how they came to be From piles of dirt to yellow broken seeds To red bombs of love, one day I’ll be Through mazes and the choices things I’ve said Trying to hold a piece already dead The face you made is burned into my head And I’ll bury it The roses don't have secrets once they’ve bloomed All petals open vibrant breathing wounds But she is just as strong as thorns and roots One day I’ll bloom One day I’ll Through mazes and the choices things I’ve said Trying to hold a piece already dead The face you made is burned into my head And I’ll bury it The roses don't have secrets once they've bloomed All petals open vibrant breathing wounds But she is just as strong as thorns and roots One day I’ll bloom One day I’ll bloom One day I’ll