the flowers are blooming
but droop so fast
my mind and body do not match
i ache for understanding
flashing signs of low battery
no energy left to act happy
or to fake a smile
he shakes my hand
and says congratulations
a routine to such people
im nothing special
does it really mean anything
if the paper could be ripped in an instant
or burned to grey ash
just a shade lighter than my soul
dont cry for me
you dont want to feel this
everything seems like a lie
the ambiance is alive but i want to die
because its hard to believe they love me
when i dont love myself
and its hard to believe they're proud of me
when im not proud of myself