I used to b happy . Is like saying I used to breathe . When did I decide to stop breathing . The sweet , soft , air . When did I decide it was ok to let a man determine my happiness . When did I stop looking at the sky & start Staring at the ground . When did I stop looking in the mirror ? When did life become a headache instead of a blessing . I was overcome w this obsession to prove my pure , untainted love to u. I was no longer worried about me . Simply consumed w intoxicating , dangerous thoughts of loving u . But our love is no longer pure , now it's like a dying rose . Dry , dark , hard . Yet still beautiful . Some people save their dead roses . Right ?