I was taught that when it's over, to leave. Don't continue to water a dead flower.
The days I spent in the forest surrounded by echoing sounds of life around me;
I did not get to yell, I got to sit in silent tears.
Now the sea wants to take me and I am willing to drown.
Through all of this I have lost who I am
but somehow I've returned to you
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
I was taught that when it's over, to leave. Don't continue to water a dead flower.
The days I spent in the forest surrounded by echoing sounds of life around me;
I did not get to yell, I got to sit in silent tears.
Now the sea wants to take me and I am willing to drown.
Through all of this I have lost who I am
but somehow I've returned to you
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