Could I just sit in the middle
Of a field of flowers?
With beautiful colors
And no people
The ones that falsely accuse
The ones that lie
The ones that leave
The others that hurt me
The ones that make me cry
What if I could just hide away
With my precious flowers
That wouldn't do such things?
They wouldn't talk back
Or even talk at all
But, unfortunately, for me
That is impossible
I am the one who makes me cry
It's worse when I'm alone
Because I begin to over think
And in a field of flowers I'd lay
With nothing but the silence of flowers to surround me
I'd thought "maybe I could be happy"
But that doesn't happen
I'd whisper hateful things
Among the flowers
And they would all die
They'd leave me alone
With my thoughts
So I'd cry and cry and cry.
