The roses in my garden have been long forgotten
With their pale, wilted petals
We'll look for something much, much more special

New roses will grow much better than the old
We want a brighter shade of red
Like the blood that I, I always shed

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
But I have begun to decay
So tell me I'm lovely before I get older
And I start to wither away

The Sun disappeared, and the air's getting colder
And I'll cry again, but not on your shoulder
So tell me I'm lovely before it's all over

The thorns cut into me oh so perfectly
And although my dress is stained
I must be pretty and in pain

I've already bloomed, now what am I to do?
The rain will help more beauty grow
Along comes a new star of the show

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
But I have begun to decay
So tell me I'm lovely before I get older
And I start to wither away

The Sun disappeared, and the air's getting colder
And I'll cry again, but not on your shoulder
So tell me I'm lovely before it's all over

Oh, made of flesh, arms and legs
Shoulders, chest, clothed, undressed
Hot and cold, young and old
Lost control, I used to be beautiful
Oh, oh, oh

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
But I have begun to decay
So tell me I'm lovely before I get older
And I start to wither away

The Sun disappeared, and the air's getting colder
And I'll cry again, but not on your shoulder
So tell me I'm lovely before it's all over