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

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

Was it (G)some thing I said or (C)some thing I did?

Did my (G)words not come out right?

Though I (D)tried not to hurt you, though I (C)tried.

But I guess that’s why they say, (G)ev ’ry rose has its (C)thorn,

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

Just like (G)ev ’ry (D)cow boy sings his (C)sad, sad (G)song, ev ’ry rose has its (C)thorn.

I (G)lis ten to our fa v’rite song play ing on the (C)ra di o,

hear the (G)D.

J.

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

But I (G)won der does he (C)know, has he (G)ev er felt like (C)this?

And I (D)know that you’d be here right now if I could ’ve let you know some how.

I guess (G)ev ’ry rose has its (C)thorn,

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

Just like (G)ev ’ry (D)cow boy sings his (C)sad, sad (G)song,

ev ’ry rose has its (C)thorn.

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

Like the knife that cuts you, the wound heals, but the scar, that scar re (G)mains.

I know I could have saved our love that night if I’d known what to say.

In stead of mak ing love, we both made our sep ’rate ways.

Now I hear you’ve found some (C)bod y new and (G)that I nev er meant that (C)much to you.

To (D)hear that tears me up in side and to (C)see you cuts me like a knife.

I guess (G)ev ’ry rose has its (C)thorn,

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

Just like (G)ev ’ry (D)cow boy sings his (C)sad, sad (G)song,

ev ’ry rose has its (C)thorn.