Dead Blossom

i can be a good girl,
i can be a docile creature,
i can be a dear in headlights.

i can be anything,
you would ask me to be.

but in reality:
im a has-been,
im past it,
i am Stone-Age.

i can be anything,
you would ask me to be,

but really i am just a dead blossom,
i am squashed.
i am thrown away and discarded for newer and better things.

i used to be the prettiest thing,
peonies of the softest pink.
but You squashed the blossom,
and now the blossoms dead.

i used to be the prettiest thing,
but now im strung out for your love again.