You are the Rose and I am the stem. We are stuck together for the rest of our lives. Until. I brake. Torn in half and thrown away. Never to be seen again. Everyone wants the rose, but no one wants the stem. I get taken away by the darkness. You live happily, you feel free. I'm happy for you. I get swept away and into the street, where I lay there waiting to be output of my misery. The last thought I ever have is, what will she think of me.
