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In God I trust we don't fall apart,
I'm trying to hold the pieces of my soul with one hand,
But a single word leaks out of your mouth
And I'd let you rip the petals out of my heart.

Count them dilligently,
Collect them in a jar.
I'll make you a flower crown
With the petals of my heart.

I'm just a tortured ghoul
Walking over shards of glass
I dreamed you held me tight
And hugged my pains good-bye.

I long to wither in the palm of your hand,
When you trample lilies, spring blooms alive
I'll make you a flower crown
With the petals of my heart.

I'm as out of my mind as I can get
I'd fervently give you fragments of my own to break.
A wilting marigold in her last breath,
Snuff me out and leave me to decay.

For you, I'd gladly cut my wings
And write this with my blood and quills,
Oh, Seraphim, are you ready to kill me?
I'll make you a flower crown
With the petals of my heart.