I sang this song in choir my sophomore tahun maybe it will help anda keep strong and have faith in Robsten

The Rose,
Some say Cinta it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says Cinta it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say Cinta it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;

When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and anda think that is only for the lucky the strong;

Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns Cinta becomes the rose the rose