Текст: Bret Michaels. Custom Built. Every Rose.

We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside

Was it something I said or something I did?
The words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried and I guess that's why they say

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn, yeah, it does

I listen to my favorite song
Playing on the radio
I Hear the DJ say
"Love's a game of easy come and easy go"

But I wonder, does he know?
Has he ever felt like this?
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I'd-a-only let you know somehow

I guess, every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorns

And though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like the knife that cuts you, the wound heals
And the scar and the scar remains

I know I could've saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of making love
We both made our separate ways

But now I, I hear you've found somebody new
And that I, I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife

I guess, every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn, yeah, it does