Remember Me As I Was

Remember me as I was 

A girl so full of light and joy 

She could light up her darkest days

And wake up the next morning and all would be forgotten  

A girl who would pick roses from a field 

But never once got pricked by a thorn 

A girl who would make a bouquet of dying roses 

But still found a way to find them beautiful 

Remember me as that girl 

A girl so full of life and passion 

A girl that believes there's nothing purer than a ray of sunshine 

A girl who waits for the rainbow at the end of a storm 

A girl who would give out so much love she barely had any love for herself

Remember me as I was 

Not as I am 

For I am the storm that everyone waits to pass before they can admire the rainbow

I am the cloud that covers the purest ray of sunshine 

I'm the thorns on the roses

The dying roses 

I am the reason that the roses are dying 

Repelling the love and care they need to keep growing 

As the petals fall and hit the ground

He loves me he loves me not 

The elegance and the beauty of the petal begins to rot 

I am the reason no one picks the roses 

They don't want to get pricked by thorns

Because one drop of blood is too much to ask to be picked 

That one drop of blood could keep me alive for an eternity 

Turning the blood into hope and the hope into love 

To repair my wounded stem and my bruised petals 

Nothing beautiful comes without consequences

But not many people are willing to sacrifice one drop of blood to save a dying rose

So please remember me as I was 

Not as I am 

Because I wouldn't want to remember me as I am either