Roses

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ha
I know I should be happy but I’m not
I know that I should smile but I can’t stop
Wishing I was something that I’m not
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Everything that I could ever need
Is at my beck and call and at my feet
And every door is open up for me
So why am I crying myself to sleep
Yeah, I’ll be fine
I’ve gone through this a thousand times
So low, so down
Maybe tomorrow will be better but right now
It’s not roses in my head
Even I can’t understand
Pickin' peaches with my hands
But still no roses in my head
No roses, no roses
No roses in my head
No roses, no roses
No roses in my head
Can’t be honest without feeling all this guilt
But I’m only guilty feeling what I feel
And if you know me then you know I’m bein' real
Lights, cameras, smile
That’s the deal
Yeah, I’ll be fine
I’ve gone through this a thousand times
So low, so down
Maybe tomorrow will be better but right now
It’s not roses in my head
Even I can’t understand
Pickin' peaches with my hands
But still no roses in my head
No roses, no roses
No roses in my head
No roses, no roses
No roses in my head-ead
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
I’ll be fine
I’ve gone through this a thousand times
So low, so down
Maybe tomorrow will be better but right now
It’s not roses in my head
Even I can’t understand
Pickin' peaches with my hands
But still no roses in my head
No roses, no roses
No roses in my head
No no no roses, no roses
No roses in my head-ead
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ha