like a rose

I know this is the barrier to my happiness sometimes, most of the time. But how can you control the way you feel? How can you manipulate the emotions that run through your veins, telling every fiber of your body that you are okay when you know fully well that you are not? Why do we go on lying to ourselves and to others to show them our make-believe happy side? Why do we care? Why do we take things to heart? Why do we even have a heart that beats for feelings?

Why do I have a heart that beats for sadness? That's why. That's why I get sad.
I care too much. That's how. That's how I get hurt. Haha... Or maybe it's just me. I'm starting to think.
Again.

Every rose has its thorns

Just like every night has its dawn

Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorns

Yeah, it does. 

- Miley Cyrus

my soft spot for blue roses...

I'm not to cross this battle field
I'm screaming out, can you hear me now?
I'm holding on, I stand my ground
I'm screaming out, can you hear me?

My heart beats for love, my heart beats for love

- Miley Cyrus

Back to more homework now... Sweet dreams.