Growing wild and free,
I was a flower.
And you picked me
And you took me home
And you set me on your mantle.
Perfect you say?
Yes, I was perfect.
I was young
and I was beautiful.
Look at me!
I'm dying
on your mantle.
Not young. Not beautiful.
And no, not perfect.
Growing wild and free,
I was a flower.
And you picked me.
W
hy?