Decay

The roses in my garden
Have been long forgotten
With their pale wilted petals
We'll look for something much
Much more special
New roses will grow
Much better than the old
We want a brighter shade of red
Like the blood that I
I always shed

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
But I have begun to decay
So tell me im lovely before I get older
And I start to wither away
The sun disappeared
And the airs getting colder
And I'll cry again
But not on your shoulder
So tell me im lovely before it's all over

The thorns cut into me
Oh so perfectly
And although my dress is stained
I must be pretty and in pain
I've already bloomed
Now what am I to do
The rain will help more beauty grow
Along comes a new
Star of the show

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
But I have begun to decay
So tell me I'm lovely before I get older
And I start to wither away
The sun disappeared
And the airs getting colder
And I'll cry again
But not on your shoulder
So tell me im lovely before it's all over

Made of flesh
Arms and legs
Shoulders chest
Clothed undressed
Hot and cold
Young and old
Lost control I used to be beautiful

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
But I have begun to decay
So tell me I'm lovely before I get older
And I start to wither away
The sun disappeared
And the airs getting colder
And I'll cry again
But not on your shoulder
So tell me im lovely before it's all over