She was a rose,
But she had woe's
She'd been exposed,
'Cause she chose,
Something that made her froze,
She was a wilting rose,
& now she can't grow,
And she was called a whore,
For more than one night score,
Now she had no reputation,
She was an irritation,
She could have a standing ovation,
She thought there was no way out,
She couldn't reroute,
She had so much self doubt,
And that was the end of it,
'Cause she'd just fade out in the background,