I use to live in a garden
With sixteen trees
Butterflies stuck in my hair
I owned every flower
But roses

I hope to hear your
Apology
Before you die

Heard your
Heart hurt
Maybe it's
Coming all back
To hit you

Conscious
Pitch black
You don't remember
What you did back in march

I use to live in a garden
Till you burned it down
Grew roses
Took me down

It's coming back around
To hurt you now