Flower Flower

Beautiful and sweet

Dark and red

Thorny flower


How can a bud become so pretty?

You used to be closed 

Now you're open and lovely

Oh flower


But somebody saw you 

They picked you

Not caring how that affects you

Poor flower


After being picked you only lasted half an hour

Then you wilted, shriveled up and died 

Oh poor little flower


The world didn’t care

Well most of the world

I care about you little flower

oh Flower Flower