You picked Me,
A flower a couple of months back,
I was beautiful and white,
Perfect and sweet,
You took Me to Your world,
And that is where I weep,

You changed Me,
The only flower left,
Who didn't care what You did,
Hoping for Me You would care,
My petals wilt,
As My feelings wilt away,
And all I have left is thorns,
To get through day to day,

I loved You dearly,
You said You loved Me back,
You carressed My petals like You did My feelings,
But You asked of Me,
What I'd never do,
So My white petals turned blood red,

You changed Me,
The only flower left,
Who didn't care what You did,
Hoping for Me You would care,
My petals wilt,
As My feelings wilt away,
And all I have left is thorns,
To get through day to day,

You cheated Me,
I saw it with My own eyes,
I cried for so long afterwards,
I wanted die,
But I realised I still have Myself,
So My petals turned black and fell to keep gardners away,

You changed Me,
The only flower left,
Who didn't care what You did,
Hoping for Me You would care,
My petals wilt,
As My feelings wilt away,
And all I have left is thorns,
To get through day to day.