Withering Rose
I feel like a withering rose.
Whenever I miss you.
I feel like I'm withering away waiting in the minutes to come and go.
When i wait for you to be mine again,
I feel like I'm wasting away, just like the withering rose.
That withering rose is me waiting for you and missing you
In the minutes to come and go.
One minute at a time
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