I would not have wanted to be around your grip
Nor to be put in your vase of poison you call love
If I had known you would wither me away,
I would have chosen to stay in where you had found me

I would have dodged your touches and promises
And not believe in your sweetest of lies
If I had known you would pick my petals off one by one
I would not have let you put your hands on me

Darling, if I had only known you would not let me bloom
I should have begged to no be uprooted from the ground
And when I grow again this time
I promise my thorns will grow along with me.