You showed me how to love; You taught me how to care. Soon I learned to worry, And found out how much I could bear. I gave everything away, Well, everything that mattered, But the pieces you returned Were dirty, crooked, shattered. Though I knew how to fight, For you, I would give up. Now there’s no halfway point - It’s just an empty cup. But the saddest part of all Is the reason that I cry: In the field that is my life, I’m watching all the flowers die.