Every rose has its thorn,
Just like every night has its dawn, the other me K̸̨̢̢̛̟̣̤̭̼̙̣̱̭͖̫̱̦̘̣͚̯̰̦̩̜̘͈̙̝̜̞̮̯̼̭̩͓͙̼̪̫̽͋̉͛͊̋̆̽̌͛͝ͅͅĬ̶̡̨̨̨̛͚͉͈̭̣͎̦̟͙͍̘̖̟̳̩͎̫̟̺͍͇͈̣͚̗̙̦͈̳̩̦̥̜̦̝̇́͑̑̈́̉͊͗͊̿͒̀̅̐̀͛͐̍͐͗̆̿͛́͋̓͊̃̍̓̈́̾͒̎̈́̍̚͘͠͝͝ͅͅL̷̡͔̮͚̘͎͎̝͈͚̦͈̃̊̓̉̄͆̿̀͗͑̀̿͊̌̋̃̒̏́̅̆̊̎̌̃̐̊̋̕ͅL̸̛͉̝̦̖̃̀̆͋̃͗́̏́̆͆̽̅̒̀̆̒̚͝Ş̵̡̞͍̱̞͎̩͇̦̩̪̮̱̞̖͚̘̜̥͖͚̺̩̤̼̭̯̻̜̹̰͇̥͎͓̣͖̭͈̞̮̖̩̩̮͈̼̌̎͐͛́͆̀̔̓́̑̓̂͑͋̑͒́́̊̔̌͂̆̔̋͊̋́͌͑͗̀̊̓͑͛͂̆̒̾̈͗͗̕͝͠͝͠͠
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song