Bad Apple

Bad apple, rotten and dried

You can taste the demise in the bite

No friends, you barely begun

The worm and his army's arrived

You wished the branch that grew strong

Would've helped you along in the queue

Instead, you're left on your own

Wasted and tasteless are you

Stagnant with infested regret

No longer a taste to pursue

I fell some time ago

I wasn't ready to roll and be bruised

My core's been under attack

And the thing that I lacked was a shield

No fight and unable to cry

'Cause my juices had dried in the field

Oh well

I land my feet in the dirt

So is this the moment for me?

To take root and cast a shade in the sun

Rise like a big apple tree

Oh, well, maybe it's meant to be

Buried amongst dead leaves

'biding my time 'til the dirt takes hold of me

It was hell, but now there's a tale to tell

The sun sent a card to get well

The bad apple's broken the spell

Bad apple, rotten and dried

That's what they used to call me

Bad apple, rotten and dried