this week has been a decade,
this month a century,
moving on to greater things,
this life won't bury me.

struggling to continue,
i am roses at your door,
see me die and make me cry,
with you i'll mop the floor.

wipe the rain with me,
seal your lips with me,
make world peace with me,
stop me from starving for you.

each colorless petal drops,
she loves me not, she does,
spread the seas, then swim,
just a forgotten love buzz.