Picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers
Picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I know its never really over
Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better, yeah
Three months and I still am
Three months and its still harder, now
Three months I've been living here without you now
Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers
His favorite flowers….were moonflowers….It only blooms at night
We'd used to stay up
At night just to watch those giant flowers unfold, like a butterfly
In the field behind Patricia's house…
I loved how the moonlight
Reflected Against his hair and his pale, piercing eyes…..
So, so, so beautiful he was…..
But back then I was in love, so deep. Maybe I was haunted by his existence, even more so now, by his death……. How could a beautiful, majestic creature like that……
Just die?
Where are you? I need you….
Louder the voices in my head
Whispers taunting, all the things you said
Now you're gone, and I'm still crying
Shocked, broken, I'm dying inside
Who took you away from me?
It was no one
But yourself
That's why my favorite flower is the rose……
Equally as beautiful, but it comes with a price
Pain
Possibly representing my own pained soul….
Beauty is so so so so cruel.
It broke my heart
Every time I saw his face…..
