Some of us painted the white roses red, then claimed they grew up that way, as if it was natural.

Deception that is resulted from denial, I see no points of turning oranges to orange juice: I mean, is it the only ethical way that we sqeeze ourselves hard just to meet "the standard" of being likeable?

The Nightingale painted the White Roses Red, both of them died in the end.

Beautiful tragedies? I don't know.

Let me quote something being both rhetorical and philosophical if it is not sarcastic:

"Ah! Vanitas Vanitums! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? Or, having it, is satisfied? Come, children, let us shut up the box and puppets, for our play is played out."

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Reference:

1. Paint the white roses red => Alice's adventures in Wonderland (Carroll Lewis)

2. Turn oranges to orange juice (lyrics) => Orange Juice, album K-12 by Melanie Martinez

3. The Nightingale and the Rose => Oscar Wilde's short stoty

4. "Ah! Vanitas Vanitums ... played out" => Vanity Fair by William Thackeray