And I looked at her
And I looked at me
It was like comparing a rose to a weed
I just wished I could die on the spot
I wished I could be left alone
Unwatered
Unfed
Unkept

But they kept taking care of me
They wouldn't put me out of my misery
I had to suffer every day that went by
I'd sit there and stare
Stare at that beautiful red rose
And again I'd look at myself

I
An ugly brown weed
Hidden in the shadow of that rose
That rose that I wish I could be so much like
But I knew deep down
That I could never be like that beautiful red rose
 
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