You called yourself
            a wilting rose
But rose was mine

            It would forever reside
                      In the center
             of my name, my heart
                           of me.

But Wilt belonged to you
            And your storm came
Creating an end
                             my end

              The wilting of a rose
        Leaving nothing but thorns
          Trying to scare you away

Yet any word you speak
          Causes my rose to bloom
Only to be wilted again