The flowers died on Monday
like my heart on my birthday
Like my eyes on christmas
and my soul every night
The flowers died on Monday
it's due for another change
but I can't get out of bed
and I don't know what to say
I can't bring them back to life
like you when you hold me
Helping me breathe a breath
that wasn't meant to be
The flowers died on Monday
The red turning to a sickly brown
The once smiling face
quickly turned to a frown
The flowers died on Monday
They were never meant to live
this society goes on
and the dirt that falls on me gives
The flowers died on Monday
like I'll on a Sunday
a day after my passing,
they'll pass too
to be in my hand to be given
to a younger girl in me
So I could convince her
that we were never meant to be
She'll hold those flowers
as she'll stand at my grave
read those carved words a thousand times
and she'll learn to say goodbye
The flowers died on Monday
Will someone put more?