Lyrics
When all the things that I have said are done
Reflecting on completed actions and their consequences.
Swimming in regret a tinge of none
Feeling remorse without a specific cause.
But all the roses they were seeds once
Comparing past mistakes to the potential for growth, using roses as a metaphor.
And I am one
Identifying oneself as a product of past experiences and mistakes.
When all the roses bloom in to beauty
Anticipating the eventual beauty of personal growth, represented by blooming roses.
No one will know of how they came to be
Acknowledging that the process of personal development may be hidden or unknown to others.
From piles of dirt to yellow broken seeds
Describing the transformation from humble beginnings ("piles of dirt") to potential love ("red bombs of love").
To red bombs of love one day I’ll be
Expressing the hope of becoming a powerful force of love despite initial challenges.
Through mazes and the choices things I’ve said
Navigating through life's complexities and facing the consequences of spoken words.
Trying to hold a piece already dead
Struggling to preserve something that is already lost or lifeless.
The face you made is burned into my head
Remembering a significant expression or reaction that lingers in memory.
And I’ll bury it
Deciding to bury or let go of a painful memory or experience.
The roses don't have secrets once they’ve bloomed
Asserting that once revealed, personal growth or transformation no longer holds secrets.
All petals open vibrant breathing wounds
Describing the openness and vulnerability of personal growth, likening it to wounds.
But she is just as strong as thorns and roots
Comparing personal strength to both the delicate beauty (petals) and the protective aspects (thorns and roots) of roses.
One day I’ll bloom
Expressing the eventual aspiration to blossom into a better version of oneself.
One day I’ll
Continuing the anticipation of personal growth.
Through mazes and the choices things I’ve said
Reiterating the struggles with choices and past words.
Trying to hold a piece already dead
Re-emphasizing the challenge of holding onto something that is already lifeless.
The face you made is burned into my head
Recalling a memorable facial expression associated with a past event.
And I’ll bury it
Choosing to bury the haunting memory or experience.
The roses don't have secrets once they've bloomed
Reiterating that personal growth loses its secrets once it has fully unfolded.
All petals open vibrant breathing wounds
Highlighting the openness and vitality of personal transformation.
But she is just as strong as thorns and roots
Asserting strength by comparing oneself to the protective elements of roses.
One day I’ll bloom
Reaffirming the aspiration to blossom into a better version of oneself in the future.
One day I’ll bloom
Repeating the anticipation of personal growth, emphasizing its inevitability.
One day I’ll bloom
Repeating the aspiration to bloom into a better self.
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