When you walk through the streets
and a flower falls on your head
you get reminded of the picture you took
and she had a wreath in her hair
And you realize you can’t escape woman
that once shared your breath
Not even the seasons will put you to rest
You blink and you can suddenly see
The flowers have become leaves
And you’re still cursing my name
when think of me
Your mistakes will follow you
the whole year.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
When you walk through the streets
and a flower falls on your head
you get reminded of the picture you took
and she had a wreath in her hair
And you realize you can’t escape woman
that once shared your breath
Not even the seasons will put you to rest
You blink and you can suddenly see
The flowers have become leaves
And you’re still cursing my name
when think of me
Your mistakes will follow you
the whole year.
