Ryan Adams

Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
In the wind in the hail, thunder and the gale
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 now it's poisoned in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
Till I was broken on the outside, inside's caved
I taught myself I to grow old
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