He holds a red rose
Love is what she thinks
He holds a yellow one
She gives a friendly wink

He holds a white rose
She sees him as her light
When he holds a black one
She thinks he'd end the darkness in her life

But doesn't she understand
The color doesn't matter
It's those thorns under them
That'd rip her heart to shatters

Like every rose has a hidden thorn
Every man has a hidden aim