The Roses that I Bought You

The roses I bought you sit in the vase on the table wilting.
The roses I bought you have lost their fragrance.
The roses I bought you are not white anymore.
The roses I bought you are look sad and depressing.
The roses I bought you only need a little tending and they’d have lasted just a while longer.
The roses I bought you just needed some water, but it’s too late for that now.
The roses I bought you are nearly a memory now.