The flowers wilted, fell apart
I cry in bed, alone in the dark.
Meant for you, is what they were,
But you didn't want them, "Yes I'm sure".
Hurting my heart once again,
You always leave my head in a spin.
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC
The flowers wilted, fell apart
I cry in bed, alone in the dark.
Meant for you, is what they were,
But you didn't want them, "Yes I'm sure".
Hurting my heart once again,
You always leave my head in a spin.
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