just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song.
every rose has its thorn.
every rose has its thorn.
[this cowgirl's signing out with a sad, sad song.]
"i listen to a favorite song
playin' on the radio.
hear the d.j. say,
'love's a game of easy come and easy go.'
but i wonder, does he know
has it ever felt like this?
and i know that you'd be here right now
if i coulda let you know somehow.
...though it's been a while now
i can still feel so much pain.
like the knife that cuts you, the wound heals
but the scar, that scar remains."
