Lilac

And all you left behind was the smell of your perfume

And all I think about is how the flowers bloom

And flowers die, like the heart that I had inside

I can't get you out of my head cause every time

I smell the

Lilac, I feel the rush but I haven't had enough

Lilac, your scent above is filling up my lungs

Going to my head and I'm feeling blue

Swallowing my pride and I feel that too

Lilac, my odds are stacked and I lack the means to get by