Part of me should listen
wont take my own advice
I told you so from trees
their usually always right
I tried to purely give
without receiving much
Im weak
i cant
Go on without your touch
engulfed in your molasses
Your shiesty potent potion
hardens me in place
And drains me of emotion
nothing there to change
You do not want us to grow
ill take my bag of seeds
And find a place to sow