I'm sorry I wasn't able to hold your heart
the way it should have been held
with all the care I could ever give

I'm sorry your heart was the most precious thing I've ever held onto
that I got so scared I trembled
and dropped it to the ground

I'm even more sorry that I wasn't able to pick it up
I did not even try to hold it ever again
instead I stomped on it until it was a
myriad pieces too late to be restored

You backed out with a million reasons why
I walked out with my heart broken into all these pieces

You got it right to say goodbye
I got my heart broken into all these pieces

You have the next days to finely pass by
I still have my heart broken into all these pieces

She is a flower
Out to glamorize everything she touches
And everything she sets foot on

She is a flower
Admired for her beauty
That casts light on your gloomy day

She is a flower
Your object of adoration
Where your loyalty lies

She is a flower
A cure to the sickness
Unfolding within you

She is the flower
You picked up rashly
And took away from where she’s supposed to be

She is the flower
Caged in the vase locked in your dark room
No one else can see

She is the flower
Stray in your heart
That blocks the daylight she deserves to indulge herself in

She is the flower
You so much care for
That she wilts in your selfish hands

I only see you clearly when you’re near

I only know you when you’re here

I forget you when you physically disappear