Think of me as a flower.
My petals are slowly falling off.
I haven't gotten much sleep lately.

There goes another petal,
slowly falling to the dirt floor.

All I want, in this little garden I call life,
is love, happiness, and to feel alive again.

Think of me as a flower.

My roots aren't strong enough
to keep me intact anymore.
There goes another petal.

My life is like a flower's,
but my petals are falling off,
and faster this time.

Please, let me feel love,
and let me feel alive,
before the last petal falls.