This cursed flower lay wilted
one embrace turns it to dust
it shatters with a single breath
it's been put through too much

When beauty turns to envy
as the flower crumbles away
with one last breath within her
will she fade away?

No one knows for certain
she's fine on the outside
but they don't know the torrent
that pulls her mind astray

these thoughts won't leave her head
they threw her out with the dead
broken thoughts that were tossed away
where beauty once roamed

now only a barren wasteland
of wilted flowers and a grey sun
where the sunlight cast looming shadows
over her head as she lays still

contemplating what would happen
if she left this lonely place
where no one cared
about this cursed flower

she dances around the thought
spinning circles in her mind
but at last, she comes to a conclusion
she will vanish from this life