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