Cactus

This cactus has little thorns They're sharp and hard to see The sunlight had kept her warm And she just wanted to always be free But you took her from the window And you put her on your desk She is cold and starts to shrivel But you haven't noticed yet She needs to live in the sun She needs to live in the sun She needs to live in the sun And that's alright That's alright, let her be You mean well, of course you do You give her water each day She loved you and tried to grow But the dirt she knew has now turned into clay And her pot is overflowing Now it's been a week or two And her roots are slowly rotting There's only one thing to do She needs to live in the sun She needs to live in the sun She needs to live in the sun And that's alright That's alright, let her be