Flowers

Sometimes when the flower dies life goes on without a cry

It's so hard to see eye to eye when you are gone get no reply

Sometimes where the Ashes lie might be hot a fire might

Begin to burn dont scream or cry stare the grim reaper in the eyes

I've had alot on my mind here lately

I got a lot I wanna say but I can't say it

I don't know where I'll be in 5 minutes

Can't think straight now what's the instance

I've grown a lot since you met me

We've both grown more than a lot see

But now things just seem so seperate by the dividend