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? did my words not come out right? though i tried not to hurt you, though I tried. but 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 same sad old song. every rose has its thorn.