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. 'Specially 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. 'Til I was crooked on the outside inside's broke. I taught myself how 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. 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. So 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