it's an endless cycle with them
every time i feel it'll be alright
the day is new and bright
plants are fresh and blooming
i think they're getting by just fine
only to find out their world is in shambles
when their world crumbles, mine diminishes
there's nothing i can do
all the hand picked flowers in the world
can't fix how far gone they are
i fiend for the day that they're self aware
hurting themselves without realizing
breaking their arm to save others
from plummeting to the cold concrete