Every Rose has it's thorn -

We both lie silently still in the dead of the night, although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside, was it something I said or something I did? Did my words not come out right? Though I tried not to hurt you, though I tried but I guess that's why they say, every rose has it's thorn, just like every night has it's dawn, just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song, I listen to his favorite song playing on the radio, hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go, but I wonder, does he know? Has he ever felt like this?, and I know that you'd be here right now, if I could let you know somehow, though it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain, like a knife that cuts you the wound heals, but the scar, that scar will remain, I know I could saved our love that night if I'd known what to say, instead of makin' love, we both made our separate ways and now I hear you found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to you, to hear that tears me up inside, and to see you cuts me like a knife.