We set it in stone,
For it was hard to tell what was real,
And what was fake,
What we had was hard to make
What you meant to me,
And what I meant to you,
I wish I had a clue,
It's as if the feelings grew and faded,
It's like I made it,
Was like a rose welding In the sun,
The more it grew the more beautiful it seemed,
It was all of what I dreamed,
Until no one cared for it,
Petals fall,
And suddenly from this beautiful flower,
It turns into a broken mess,
It was set in stone,
What was to come,
For it wasn't only the flower,
That became broken as time flew,
But in fact in actuality it was me too