I'm crumbling inside.
Like a dying rose.
Every time I was with a nother man
As soon as I gave them a piece of myself
A petal would fall from the crimson beauty.
Each time I see the anger and disgust in your eyes
The disappointment, the disbelief.
And every wretched time I make you frown
A petal begins to wither away.
I fear one day, the final petal will drop into darkness.
I will be nothing but a hollow shell
Holding a thorn-studded stem.