The Bell Pit Rose

Break it down easy,
I know I’m always the last to leave,
But I’ll sort it out.
You know I might have been someone
If I just hadn’t been me.
I guess there’s no escape,
No, I guess there’s no way out,
But I’ll keep on looking.
It’s futile and I know it
But I guess that’s just me.
And within the pit,
Where many a good man passed,
In the dark there grows,
A solitary rose.
And I know you laughed at me,
And I know you won in the end,
But I’m well over that,
You see I wouldn’t change a single thing,
About where it grows.
And where did they go?
And how come you changed so much,
You had a right to be angry,
But you didn’t have the right
To hurt me like you did.
And within the pit,
Where many a good man passed,
In the dark there grows,
A solitary rose.
You know I often think of you,
No, that I can’t deny,
Take it as a compliment,
Because there’s so many others
That never enter my mind.
And now I stand victorious,
A king amongst mere men,
And I bow to no one!
Well, there might just be somebody…
Well, there might just be somebody…
Yeah, there might just be somebody…
No, I don’t think there is.