Take my white flag and give your weapons to the enemy.
Let them fire it all at me so peace can exists for us.

I am the abandoned cigarette **** disposed of in the damp gutter.........the life of me has been ******,drawn and blown out of existence.

The moment we forgot we were just good friends I moved my arm her face went red again one more bus home another silent weekend
Said love was painted gold like all things growing old the paint peels and slowly falls you already know
Looking out the glass always sit together we both know we could be someone better not with our heads like London weather
Said love was painted gold like all things growing old the paint peels and slowly falls you already know

I need you to re-build me.
Make me what you want me to be.
Not what I am again.

The flowers that grow from me are for you.