Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail
Sometimes I feel like I´m going insane
Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel
Especially now it added up through the years

And I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
Now I´m crooked on the outside, and the inside´s broke

Most of the time I got nothing to say
When I do it´s nothing and nobody´s there to listen anyway
I know I´m probably better off this way
I just listen to the voices on the TV ´til I´m tired
My eyes grow heavy and I fade away

´Cause I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
´Til I was crooked on the outside
I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
´Til I was crooked on the outside, inside´s caved
Crooked on the outside, inside´s caved
Crooked on the outside, inside´s caved
I taught myself how to grow old