Every Rose Has Its Thorn

We both lie silently still in the (C)dead of the night.

Although we (G)both lie close together,

we feel (C)miles apart inside.

Was it (G)something I said or (C)something 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)cowboy sings his (C)sad,

sad (G)song, ev'ry rose has its (C)thorn.

(C)I (G)listen to our fav'rite song playing on the (C)radio,

hear the (G)D.

J. say love's a game of easy come and (C)easy go.

But I (G)wonder does he (C)know,

has he (G)ever felt like (C)this?

And I (D)know that you'd be here right now if I (C)could've let you know somehow.

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)cowboy sings his (C)sad,

sad (G)song, ev'ry rose has its (C)thorn.

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

(Em)Like the knife that cuts you,

the wound heals, (C)but the scar,

that scar (G)remains.

(G)I know I could have saved our love that night if I'd (C)known what to say.

(G)Instead of making love, we both (C)made our sep'rate ways.

Now I (G)hear you've found (C)somebody new and (G)that I never meant that (C)much to you.

To (D)hear that tears me up inside 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)cowboy sings his (C)sad,

sad (G)song, ev'ry rose has its (C)thorn.