Apple Red Silver

Broken and alone
I should have seen this coming.
Tied for first
But every time coming in last.
I guess I should be used to this.

I should have always known
I'd end up broken in the end
At the bottom of the dresser
A tip of silver
Now just apple red.
All the good times crumble
And peel away.
Nothings left here anyway.

I don't want to lose you
Are the easiest words to say.
I'm sick of good things ending.
Sick of the sweetest fruits rotting.
Once again
I'm not good enough
To prolong this ending.

I should have always known
I'd end up broken in the end
At the bottom of the dresser
A tip of silver
Now just apple red.
All the good times crumble
And peel away.
Nothings left here anyway.

There's not much here to me.
Nothing much for anyone to see.
I'm the girl of your dreams...
An angel in disguise.
With a costume oh so complete.
A costume magnificent enough
To destroy my chances
Insuring that forever comes to an end
Over and over and over again.

I should have realized
I'd end up broken, scarred for life
And the bottom of the dresser
A tip of silver
Is coated in apple red.
All the good times crumble
And peel away.
Nothings ever going to be the same.