your flowering roots I'll dig you up from your roots, Then you can sing the blues. Analyze every note So that you keep in tune. If I dig you up by the roots, There's no way you can break. I'll keep you just as perfect As the sunset on the lake. Then I'll take you away, In some stained and fragile vase. I'll judge you by your appearance, The contours of your face. I'll take you far away from The home you once had known. Place you by my window instead, And watch how your petals glow. And eventually, you'll start to wither, Though I may not know why. Oh, I've forgotten to fill it with water, That's why you've begun to cry. Now it's far too late, You're already fading away. Your roots were just so perfect, But they're dried out today. If I'd left you in your blooming days, You'd still be safe and sound. You would have never left your home, Rooted deep in the ground. I was only trying to help, But I've done the opposite. I shouldn't fix what isn't broken, Now your roots will never fit.