A rose is still a rose.
There was a rose I knew, I met her once or twice before. She was a pretty sweet thing, not the least bit insecure. Then you came with your slick game and played with her youth. Ashamed of the way you lied, played with the truth. She never knew what hit her. Steal her honey, then forget her. A rose. She wears a flower, trying to forget about you. A rose is still a rose. Baby, girl, you're still a flower. He can't lead you and then take you, make you and then break you, you hold the power. Now believe me when I tell you that I've been hurt myself. When he tells you that he loves you and sees nobody else. And now you're so tough tryin' to wear tight clothes and things, tossin' and flossin', tryin' to fill the void heartbreak brings. When she faces the mirror, she's crying, you can't hear her. Now the rose is still a rose. She wears a flower, trying to forget about you. Let your life be in the sunshine, not the darkness of your sorrow. You may see your all today, when you know it'll come tomorrow. Tough to be, but life ain't over. Just because your man is gone, love yourself and love to love. Because without him your life goes on.