Completely Incomplete

Oh how the rose BLOOMS with its roots firmly in manure
was it really me throwing stones in a house made of glass, couldn't be
so you're leaving? go ahead THEN
all you take is everything
i'm not the one that FALLS or so i honestly thought now
we'll see how strong i am now we'll see how long i last
how good to know that i'm not on the edge anymore
i'm way over it by now, waiting to hit the floor
it's not the fall that hurts, no, it's what comes after that