For all of my noise I am nothing more than a sensitive child
I'm sorry, I'm tired, guess I haven't slept in a while
It's hard to be honest with myself
But I should have been honest with you
Of all of the flowers I planted
Doubt was the brightest to bloom
I never had too much to offer to you
So lay me, restless
Inside the cage that my body will make of my bones
As I slowly waste away
I'm sorry, my darling
I'm still so afraid, that the flowers you've grown
On the grave of our love will remain
Long after my memory fades
I promise that someday I'll make up
For all the mistakes that I've made
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