If I were a flower
I would be dead
Dreaming about the past
Dreading what's ahead

But I would still be beautiful
Beyond all the decay
My flower would be pretty
In it's own special way

Most people can't see the beauty
That my flower has
They cannot look behind
The damage of the past

But if you were to look past the damage
You would see something great
You would see that I am full of love
Just waiting to give it away

I'm still waiting for someone brave
Enough to look past my dying petals
Someone to love me for what I am
But until then I'll just settle

I'll just settle with the dirty looks
That I get throughout the hour
Just settle with the fact that
No one Loves a dying flower