Flowers are beautiful unlike the ones living inside my head
They're all dying, some are even dead
When the night sky is all that says goodbye
When one dying soul will struggle to see daylight
Of course though life will leave when all is dead
But if we carry on with feeling miserable
Not one last happy word about life will be said
Only how much misery we all have left
Into the blackness as we rest
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