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
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
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
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