Murdered Flower

There's nothing like describing
something that can't be explained
and there's nothing like loving
a girl that can't be named.

I think I hate myself, some more
with every masking hour
And with that hate, drops to the floor, another murdered flower.

Here, on the marry go round
lays the secrets inside my head
secrets inside the mummified heart
are the secrets of why she bled.

I wish she could love what he loves
I wish she could see what he sees
and here is the one hundreth time
he's had to drop down on his knees.

She thinks that nobody sees her
but he truly sees her well
and even when he looked away
she held him in her spell.

There's not another face like hers
she thinks that she looks vile
and even if she left him now
it'd still have been all worth while.

Still, he cannot bare to lose her
he cannot find one to beauty
and to love her, isn't dead,
it's now another duty.

There's nothing like describing
something that can't be explained
and there's nothing like loving
a girl that can't be named.

I think I hate myself, some more
with every masking hour
And with that hate, drops to the floor, another murdered flower.