Withered flowers

I wonder if you knew when I found out I started shaking When I saw her in a fucking photo I started quaking Does she give you everything I never did? Or is it all just because my looks underbid? She has blue eyes And mine are brown Does she get the highs? Becausd I get the frown. Do you love the way she talks at you, is she caring and nice? This just has me wondering, is she giving you everything that I wouldn't sacrafice? Do you remember my white flowers? I do, I stared at them for hours Do you remember the rain showers? That memory for me now sours Can I ask you, does this mean you like them white? Or do you still like the bronzite? Do you like them nice and bright? Or do you prefer my height? I cannot stand the thought of you with another girl I just don't understand why i seem to care This feeling of jealously keeps trying to unfurl I've tried to make it go away I swear. It bothers me so much, thinking of you touching her It bothers me so much that she is what you prefier I don't want to think of what will occur I don't want to know if you whisper I cannot handle the idea you're no longer mine I cannot handle the fact you're no longer kind.