Love is like these roses|the colour red for passion|But the thorns they deceive me|leaves me bleeding out|yet the cuts so light||Maybe there's a God above|But I don't really believe|Mama told me keep your head up high|find your strength from deep within||So is this what it's all about?|I give it all into someone else hands|Have I no say in my plan?|Where do all my troubles go?||Maybe I should|Let it go|Let the cards fall as they may|And let it go||What is this that's holding me?|A warm embrace or shackles?|And I'm lost like a feather flying aimlessly|round in the wind||Can I hope for better?|Am I thinking way too much|How do I dance like the other ones|Beautiful and free||So is this what it's all about?|I give it all into someone else hands|Have I no say in my plan?|Where do all my troubles go?||Maybe I should|Let it go|Let the cards fall as they may|And let it go