There he is left lying on the chair thinking we need nothing but cheers. Cheers he wants cheers he should get, maybe he has never left his past yet., His past he left his past he has become i wonder if we are the only ones drinking ***. He has bought it and thinks thats all we need i hear people begging they always plead. they beg they beg  but don't always get and they would always thank god they are not  flowers lieing on his chest .flowers they beg flowers they get i hope my sorry soul would never be put to rest. But of course not because flowers they are the best.. beautiful flowers would never be put to rest, rest not they blossom in the dark and no one could take away that spark vibrant flowers they blossom in the light bueatiful flower are never out of sight..