Withered Roses
My best friend tells me
"that is no reason to kill yourself"
Well Mr Brightside
I keep trying my best for somebody else
When the day time
And the summer time feel like
Restless happiness
All I ever feel is the overwhelming heat
And the urge to peel off my face
Cause I go back to when I was young
And my blood was naive and wild
And a stranger, 10 years older
Plucked my petals ahead of my blooming time
Nothing special for my first time
So why would I care about the next ones?
No big deal
I'll just keep quiet
Cause you don't want me sad
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
So for now
Hold the roses
Cause everything 'round me is soft decay
Although roses seem very attractive
When they're dead
Dead
My mama talks a lot about God
Blindly dives into the lies of beautiful poetry
We all need something to believe
But I wrangle
On how something perfect
Like the idea of heaven
Feel so far out of reach
And it makes me feel
Insignificant and
Short as the life of a rose
Thorns never make it to the bouquet of angels anyway
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
So for now
Hold the roses
Cause everything 'round me is soft decay
Although roses seem very attractive
When they're dead
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling, oh I'm feeling
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling, oh I'm feeling
"that is no reason to kill yourself"
Well Mr Brightside
I keep trying my best for somebody else
When the day time
And the summer time feel like
Restless happiness
All I ever feel is the overwhelming heat
And the urge to peel off my face
Cause I go back to when I was young
And my blood was naive and wild
And a stranger, 10 years older
Plucked my petals ahead of my blooming time
Nothing special for my first time
So why would I care about the next ones?
No big deal
I'll just keep quiet
Cause you don't want me sad
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
So for now
Hold the roses
Cause everything 'round me is soft decay
Although roses seem very attractive
When they're dead
Dead
My mama talks a lot about God
Blindly dives into the lies of beautiful poetry
We all need something to believe
But I wrangle
On how something perfect
Like the idea of heaven
Feel so far out of reach
And it makes me feel
Insignificant and
Short as the life of a rose
Thorns never make it to the bouquet of angels anyway
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
So for now
Hold the roses
Cause everything 'round me is soft decay
Although roses seem very attractive
When they're dead
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling, oh I'm feeling
I'm feeling super suicidal
I'm feeling, oh I'm feeling
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