some days are faster
every day much faster than before
some days i don't see the daisies
every day i sense the rain
some days i wish i were dead
every day i just feel red
even when i close my eyes i see red
red cars like a blur driving faster
red ive never noticed before
red ladybugs on petals on daisies
red roses soaking up the rain
red, red, i wish i were dead
so quick from living to dead
so quickly color will drain from cheeks so red
so quick - so fast - much faster
i had never noticed before
how quickly withers a field of daisies
so quickly a cloud turns to rain
tears flow soft like rain
an outpouring of a heart that's dead
but even still beats blood red
maybe even beating faster
faster - faster than before
tears fall onto a palm full of daisies
thirteen centerpieces of daisies
a sky full of rain
gathered in memory of the dead
laid to rest in a casket, red
the days began to go faster
pulling me away from my life before
more hurt, more pain than ever before
less sun, less love, less daisies
more tears, more aches, more rain
trying to live when i want to be dead
trying to stop when i want to see red
trying to get to my grave faster
the days pass faster than they did before
you can't grow daisies without the rain
i wish i were dead
instead i am red
