You remind me of the flowers,
That grow on the side of the highway.
You're the most alluring kind of ****,
Gorgeous but deadly.
It's always the beautiful things that ****.

Did you hurt me because I was like you?
Or because I needed someone like you?
Can I still pretend it was unintentional?

What do you see when you when you close your eyes,
When the sound cuts off in the midst of the chaos,
And your mind takes you to a place you forgot?

Do you remember living in the eye of the storm,
Fearing the moment the calm would pass?
Was the silence ever worse than the mess?

Do you still sleep on the same side of the bed?
Or did you change that too,
When you reinvented yourself in the image of a dream?

I believe there's another world,
Where you got the life you deserved.
And we never met,
But I'm still enchanted by the light in your eyes,
And the warmth in your smile.
Because I'll always be a victim of the beautiful things.