I love this song. It's a good ballad. I tweaked it a little, too... I just want to write a songficlol. Man. I'm bored and I'll update 100 Dead soon. When I'm not bored and if this gets at least one review. :)
I don't own the Mother series nor do I own Where the Wild Roses Grow by Nick and Kylie.
Quote of the Day:
"I have the flu. No, no, it's not ACTIVE, but I have the flu. Hey, wait! ...I bet she was looking for an excuse to get away from me." -MaskedChild
Bold: Masked Man
Italics: Unegrade (a Pig Mask)
He called me Miss Sunflower
But I can tell you that isn't my name...
Why he called me it, I do not know...
For I know that is not my name.
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
Such a young and vivacious child
Her hair were the color of sunflowers
That grew near the beach, all yellow and wild
When he called out my name in a gentle, sweet tone
My trembling subsided admist all my lace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
Wiped off the tears that ran down my face...
He called me Miss Sunflower
But I can tell you that isn't my name...
Why he called me it, I do not know...
For I know that is not my name.
On the second day I brought her a flower
More innocent than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the sunflowers grow,
So brave, so tender and free?"
On the second day he came with a sunflower
He said, "Give me your tears and your sorrow."
I smiled and said, "Don't you have me misled."
"If I show you sunflowers, will you follow?"
He called me Miss Sunflower
But I can tell you that isn't my name...
Why he called me it, I do not know...
For I know that is not my name.
On the third day we set for the beach
He showed me sunflowers of his own accord
And the last thing he said was "I wish you were dead,"
as he stood above me, iron grip on his sword
On the last day I took her to the sunflower grove
She lay on the bank, her soul took its absence
And I kissed her goodbye, I knew I couldn't cry
"Thus comes the decay of your doomed innocence..."
He called me Miss Sunflower
But I can tell you that isn't my name...
Why he called me it, I do not know...
For I know that is not my name.For I know that is not my name.For I know that is not my name.