We both lie silently still in the dead of the nightAlthough we both lie close together, we feel miles apart insideWas there 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 sayEvery rose has its thorn, just like every knife has its dawnJust like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thornJust like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thornI'm listening to a favorite song playing on the radioYeah, the DJ said it was a game of easy come and easy goBut I wonder, does he know, has it ever been like this?And I know that you would be here right now if I could have let you know somehowI guess every rose has its thorn, just like every knife has its dawnJust like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thornThough it's been a while now, I can still feel so much painLoving now because you don't want to lose, but the scar, that scar remainsI know I could have said hello that night if I'd have known what to sayInstead of making love, we both made a several waysAnd now I hear you found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to youTo hear that tears me up inside and to see you cut me like a knifeI guess every rose has its thorn, just like every knife has its dawnJust like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thorn*