I'll never be that pretty flower,
        you wanted to smell.

Thinking that beauty is only
      the scent...

I litter the room, with petals,
     never picking up after myself.

Not everything i say is roses,
       sometimes I be a thorn
                             in your side.

But you stood next to me,
             Never ever once

trying to water me compliments.

You said I was pretty, I let you
           get away with that one..

Try to sniff me again,
               I'll break your jaw...