Kid sees ghosts in an empty fall of a garden,
Spring came around, but this heart can't be sprung by anyone.

Black trees all over my head, pretty much shady,
a little too crazy. Dodging the ships of relationships so I won't be good in the navy.
In a night garden where I grew black roses.

Being I am not the one,
not so bright today but I'm a lonely son.

Guess my time is done, guessing life was a little too fun.
Did a lot of deeds but they felt like none, so if you got some good deeds can I borrow some.

While in the night garden, that I planted myself,
wouldn't want to be there,
but I had to due to my health of thinking for
myself.

For Black roses,
make me seem so soulless,
And people shouldn't follow me cause I'm not the best Moses.
Blue tulips kinda remind me of sad kisses,
violets are a passion I have to towards my broken pieces.

And ghosts in my garden come out at night,
don't give me fright,
Cause once daylight comes they'll be running out of sight.

Night-time is me, only time really free.
I go into that state with a face of glee.
Daylight covers up my face, masking all my pain,
fire is my veins, and smoke clouds my brain.
But I don't know the difference cause it always feels the same.

Water in my garden only drowns my heart,
swimming in regret.
Sorrow is a rock at it's bottom holding me down, pretty much it's role and part,
And peace of mind to it is a threat.

But what could you expect less from a violent violet.

Cause my night garden is only a place for me, just to keep me sane,
whereabouts shouldn't be known.
For sharing with people would make it harder to maintain, I don't need the strain.
There's a lot of demons inside my brain,
trying to mask my pain.

But I wore out the face, buried inside my garden,
a place with no food for thought, so this mind is starving.
Hungry for love, and my composure,
something real to hold that pulls me closer.

Cause I hate myself for having a boo when it's only one of the ghosts in my garden's making,
cause such a theme is rather concerning.

But that theme was just a dream,
surely I need to wake.
But I fail to cause the heart sees reality as being  fake,
So let me stay awhile in my night garden's little space.