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The Flower Song
01:43
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roses are red, violets are blue,
I want you to know,
that I still hate you,
I hope you choke to death on,
your old loneliness.
I'd like to see what you're doing now,
was it hard to see that what you used to be,
will never be unable to be unseen?
roses are red, violets are blue,
I want you to know,
that I still hate you,
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of course I'll be your welcome mat,
wipe your shit stained shoes all over my face,
just like you're used to,
of course I'll take this way too far,
so we can use and abuse this conversation,
just like we're used to,
"how lucky we must be to speak like this,
or really just to be able to speak at all,
I almost had that beaten out of me,"
"yeah your dad tried to kill you,
but mine showers me in gifts,
but hasn't spoken a word to me in months"
but you still make it feel like a competition,
I thought we were just having a chat,
contrary to what I might say,
you know that not a day goes by,
without me hoping praying and wishing I'll wake up 5 years ago.
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3. |
I Want To Be Left Alone
01:55
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I need help to speak my mind,
to say what I mean and not what I say,
young and fearless,
just a boy with no idea how to live his life,
all he knows is that it's his,
and he lives it like grass on a train track,
beautiful life,
that's covered by machinery and a hard exterior,
all he knows is nothing,
and nothing's all he's got when it really and truly comes down to it,
all he knows is he can count on himself,
but he's known for his reliability issues,
I'll say I'm fine, I'll say I'm okay,
but I'm screaming through my frozen lips,
help me out of this hell, and into a nice warm bed,
so I can sleep this off,
oh it gets lonely in this lonely little mind,
through the memories and mistakes of mine,
oh the times and the terrors, they haunt me at night,
I want to be left alone.
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it's a two seater couch,
you know that, right?
god damn, get a goddamn room,
for months, and weeks, and days,
I've been trying to get her attention,
the subtle approach and the slightest touch,
will set my skin ablaze,
I hope it's just a phase,
I guess I'm just not her type,
but why am I a selfish, conceited asshole today?
I guess I'm just the jealous type,
but I just can't get over that she's with you,
I'll just let it be,
of course that song came on,
this shit doesn't happen anywhere but the movies,
this has got to be some sick sad joke,
the powers that be won't let me be,
the slightest touch will set my skin ablaze,
I hope it's just a phase,
all this high school drama,
don't you care that I don't care?
all the goddamn time you,
complain that you are lonely,
all you wanted was attention,
all you needed was a safety net,
so get in your car and drive away,
I guess I'm just not her type,
but why am I such a selfish, conceited asshole today?
I guess I'm just the jealous type,
but I just can't get over that she's with you,
I guess I'm just not her type,
but why am I a selfish, conceited asshole?
I'll just let it be,
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Eton Bluffs Melbourne, Australia
Eton Bluffs.
Melbourne, Aus.
Just what I like to write.
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