Life is no garden of roses, more like a thistle in timernSailing past, waiting for no one is timernSailing fast, waiting for no one this timernrnNow that you've killed me with your eyes, why did you push me away?rnHow will I make it without you? How will I go on my way?rnrnEverything feels cold in the winter, everything feels coldrnEverything feels cold in the winter, everything feels coldrnrnAaah, life is a garden of roses, roses just wither and diernNow that you've killed me with your eyes, why did you push me away?rnHow will I make it without you? How will I go on my way?rnLife is a garden of roses, roses just wither and die