Painted Roses

So you want to know true beauty? 

You want to make this garden home?

Come with me 

I'll show you all you must do, 

And who you’ve got to be, 

You're ashamed of your petals of white, 

They're your curse from God, 

It's hard accepting yourself, 

When pale is wrong and red is right 

She don't care who you are, 

You don't look the way you should, 

She has come to paint you red, 

She's painting all the roses red. 

There is something you should know, 

She will cover all your faults, 

So wear the mask of beauty, 

Let her paint cover your troubled soul

She'll paint you red when your confidence is fading in the wind, 

Paint you red when loneliness becomes your only loyal friend, 

If you think you're pretty, she'll still paint you red, she'll paint you red.