The only flowers that don't die are fake ones,
People are flawed,
It's just the truth.
But you still expect perfection,
Even though it always rains where you live,
And there's a leak from your roof.
Now I know it would be hypocritical of me to point out your wrongs.
When where I live the boilers broken,
And I know you hate one of my favourite songs,
But it screams the words that cannot be spoken.
The only flowers that don't die are fake ones,
people are flawed,
It's just the truth,
But you still expect perfection.
You must have been ruined in your youth.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
The only flowers that don't die are fake ones,
People are flawed,
It's just the truth.
But you still expect perfection,
Even though it always rains where you live,
And there's a leak from your roof.
Now I know it would be hypocritical of me to point out your wrongs.
When where I live the boilers broken,
And I know you hate one of my favourite songs,
But it screams the words that cannot be spoken.
The only flowers that don't die are fake ones,
people are flawed,
It's just the truth,
But you still expect perfection.
You must have been ruined in your youth.
Sometimes vicious circles start from the people we least expect.
