Digital, no smell

I got a picture of you on my computer
What bothers me is digital, means no smell
I got a computer, it’s the future
What bothers me is that I’m too ugly so no one cares
And I like the woods and them insects
What bothers me is I’m too stupid and other facts

And there are traps and foes
And specters and there’s a rose
Gently red with thorns
Gently red with thorns

I’m small but I’m strong
I’ll take care of the foes
I’ll watch out for traps
I’ll survive using baby steps

All I really want are gloves for those thorns
All I need are some gloves for your thorns