A Rose That Lost Its Thorn

I am sitting here
Thinking about the past
When I was struggle to find out
Where I should be
was it here?
was it somewhere else?

I am sitting here
Thinking about the past
When I was wondering
Who I really was
was I just who I was?
was I just not who I was?

I am standing here
so far away from you
Knowing that I miss you
The one who stood by me when I was mixed-up
The one who helped me through those times

Now I am starring at a rose
Thinking that I am just like that rose
But I am just a rose that lost its thorn
And you should know that
the one who become the thorn—is you

who protected me from any harm..