The flower that hides inside grows so high and then spies through my eyes, looking to the world outside the world of lies that makes it die, Shrivel and die, shrivel and die.
Then i look to the sky and i begin to cry. I ask why it had to die after it came so high it had to die. Shrivel and die, shrivel and die.
I ask why it had to die, it came so high it had to die. Shrivel and die, shrivel and die.
