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