We both lie si lent ly still in the (Eb)dead of night.

Al though we (Bb)both lie close to geth er, we feel (Eb)miles a part in side.

Was it some thing I said or some thing I did, did my (Bb)words not come out right?

Though I (F)tried not to hurt you, yeah, I tried, but I guess that’s why they say: (Bb)Ev ’ry rose has its thorn

just like (Bb)ev ’ry night has its dawn.

Just like (Bb)ev ’ry cow boy sings his sad, sad song.

Ev ’ry rose has its thorn.

Yeah, it does.

I (Bb)lis ten to our fav ’rite song play ing on the (Eb)ra di o.

Hear the D.

J.

say that love’s a game of eas y come and eas y go.

But I won der does he know, has he ev er felt like this?

And I know that you’d be here right now if I, I could let you know some how.

Though it’s been a while now, I can still feel so much pain.

Like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals, but that scar, that scar re mains.

(Gm)Ev ’ry rose,

ev ry rose,

(Gm)ev ’ry rose has its thorn.

I (Bb)know I could have saved a love that night if I’d known what to say.

In (Bb)stead of mak ing love we both made our sep ’rate ways.

And now I hear you found some (Eb)bod y new, and that I nev er meant that (Eb)much to you.

And to (F)hear that tears me up in side and to (Eb)see you cuts me like a knife.

(Bb)Ev ’ry rose has its thorn

just like (Bb)ev ’ry night has its dawn.

Just like (Bb)ev ’ry cow boy sings his sad, sad song.

Ev ’ry rose has its thorn.

Yeah, it does.