Withered

I bought you a bouquet
I complimented your perfume
I didn't know how to say
So I wrote it in a volume

All the ways I tried to tell you
Didn't get the point across
I guess I don't have a clue
Now, your gain is my loss

You didn't care much for him
but I am starting to see
It must've been the fact
that you outgrew me

I read it in the paper
You finally married him
Now I'm sleeping on my floor
cause the bed is full of sin

Your flowers are all wilted
Your perfume has lost its scent
My silence had you guilted
You must've forgot what I meant

I'm just another chapter
of your adolescent loves
I'm just a sick puppy
you once held in your gloves

So now you're a woman
and I am still a kid
Life's not made of what you plan
it's made of what I never did