Fulcrum of a Rose

You stand on a pedestal higher than the rest You stand up there as if you are on a quest A quest to find what you have been missing A quest to find why you should still be living You stand on a pedestal as if you are a frozen rose You stand up there thinking that you will never face the blows But just as a rose you will wilt and wither away First your pedals and then your stem This is all because you never let me in You never let me be your fulcrum You never let me hold your hand You made me think that I was the problem That I was just a silly man