Wither

It's a painful thought what the effects of time can do
my beautiful rose...
what's happened to you?
when I first picked you from the jungle of concrete
no doubt a rare thing to see on these city streets,
a beautiful
a vibrant
a resilient rose
MY resilient rose...or so I thought
my,my,my how you've let yourself go
and every ounce of beauty seems to wither away as the seasons go
I'll ask you again. now let me know...what happened?!
I'm watching your petals fall to the floor
and my attraction to you is steady knocking on heaven's door
see I can't take this too much more
'cause when fun turns to a bore that means its time to run away
I've watched u turn from a radiant red, to gloomy gray.
used to seeing you glisten even under raindrops
unmotivated to maintain yourself I've seen another petal drop.
what's next?
your personality I guess.
see, that's the one petal you have left
and with that I hope for the best, but still...
why wasn't I warned?
it's like the more I stay with you,the more I get stuck my your thorns.
eventually that'll lead to more scorn,but in time all wounds heal..or so they say
and I can't promise anymore that I'll be here to stay
"it's just me and the thorns now"
well I won't wait for that day.
sadly I can't save you
I guess you'll just wither away.