Wilted Flowers
Mirror mirror who's the fairest in the land?
Mirror mirror will you spare me a glance?
Hopefully father's in the stands
Suicide wasn't part of the plan
What happened to the pottery that protected me?
I'm a lonely man
Life surely gave me the backhand
Bag me up some grass in grams
Water me, I'm withering
Help me, I'm diminishing
Heartbreak, I'm limited
Violence, so primitive
As a human being my being is faulty, flawed and sloppy like coleslaw
Receive effects without a cause
My bad thoughts receive an applause
Cold heart from the start I'm wasting away
Not enough time for what I have to say
Disease is what I communicate
Love I don't initiate
Life is a series of events that unfold without rhyme or reason, several summers, several seasons, instances negate my breathing
But I'm here I'm here, I'm trying to grow
I'm asking for help for once you know?
I guess it's too late to have some hope
I'll miss everything this life had to show
Help me, I'm diminishing
Heartbreak, I'm limited
Violence, so primitive
Water me, I'm withering
Self-sufficient, wishing that my life of dirty dishes glisten
Give me a companion who can listen
Shield my ma from the way I'm living
I gave my all, I tried man
Brain cells fried, man
I'm wasting away , I'm wasting away, I guess I'm just a dying man
It's hard to want to win when you lose so much but I persist no matter what
A disaster waiting to happen, no need to wait for death, bring on the rush
They'll care when the coroner finds the overdose inside my guts
Yeah
Mirror mirror who's the fairest in the land?
Mirror mirror will you spare me a glance?
Hopefully father's in the stands
Suicide wasn't part of the plan
What happened to the pottery that protected me?
I'm a lonely man
Life surely gave me the backhand
Bag me up some grass in grams
Water me, I'm withering
Help me, I'm diminishing
Heartbreak, I'm limited
Violence, so primitive
As a human being my being is faulty, flawed and sloppy like coleslaw
Receive effects without a cause
My bad thoughts receive an applause
Cold heart from the start I'm wasting away
Not enough time for what I have to say
Disease is what I communicate
Love I don't initiate
Life is a series of events that unfold without rhyme or reason, several summers, several seasons, instances negate my breathing
But I'm here I'm here, I'm trying to grow
I'm asking for help for once you know?
I guess it's too late to have some hope
I'll miss everything this life had to show
Help me, I'm diminishing
Heartbreak, I'm limited
Violence, so primitive
Water me, I'm withering
