i spend lot of time in meadows,

watching the day roll by.

i curl up between the flowers,

plucking the ones that die.


and though the time i spend in those,

those meadows full of dreams,

i think of everyone who has left me,

creating their own little teams.


and as i lay alone those nights, 

and let my emotions flow,

i know the gone didn't truly get me,

so they were the first to go.


and so i strip the flowers one by one,

from the petals down to seeds

and think of all the people alone,

no one caring for their needs.


i know i'm not the only one

who is alone and feels like shit

but i realize who the true enemy is

and know it wasn't worth it.