I have this big old box with all these flowers, aren't they pretty?
i'm walking for hours feeling witty..
and I stumble upon you not having a good day, so-
I say "hey hey! just take one of my flowers!"
and you say thanks..
and it brightens up your day, and you go on your way.. and now I have one less flower..
But i'll be okay- cuz' I say i'll be okay-
Seven pretty flowers all wrapped in a box!
I wish they we're limitless but-
their not..
its another DAY another FLOWER
another "Are you okay?"
another flower out of harms way!
another day- another flower-
3- 2, 1, flowers left..
and i'm running oh so low on the life I once had so-
I debate to give them the flowers, to give them the power!
To fight away any sour thoughts that they have, every day
and take it on myself, as I drift further in the dirt,
like my Flowers!
I WISH I NEVER HAD ANY FLOWERS
cause now like a vause..
i'm empty..