Roses

You watch me as i'm falling down You see me when I hit the ground Your ears ring when you hear the sound Bury me 'til your nails are brown There's something wrong with these tourists They don't scramble with disinterest They flood around with no risk and cover my body with roses Withered roses Tend to expose the motive Corroded and bloated But only selfish is quoted Surround me with loads of grief Replace me with poetry Watch you flee as I drift to sleep Six feet deep with the memories You only speak of when I chose to leap Instead of what was really killing me You leave me for superiority and your moral majesty Withered roses Tend to expose the motive Corroded and bloated But only selfish is quoted