We both lie silently still in the dead of the night. Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside. Was it 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 say Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song. Every rose has its thorn. Listen to our favorite song playing on the radio. Well the DJ says loves a game of easy come and  easy go. But I wonder does he know has he ever felt like this. Well I know that you'd be here right now if I  coulda let you know somehow I guess Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song. Every rose has its thorn. Though it's been awhile now I can still feel so much pain. Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals but the scar that scar remains I know I coulda saved our love that night if I'd    known what to say. Instead of making love we both  made our separate ways. And now I hear you've found somebody new and that I never meant that much to you. To hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife I guess Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song. Every rose has its thorn.