Let me be real
as real as the flowers you pick.
For my funeral.
Such bittersweet.
Let us not end this so soon
as soon as the plastic rose decays
well end it that way.
Let me forgive my insanity
as insanity takes control of me.
what leads me to this padded door
in the first place.
Let me not to temptation
as temptation is what sends you back
I won't go down that way.
Let me grow into that flower
as that flower blossoms
you slowly see the decay
not such plastic.
Let me show you the way
as the way of wind is what feeds control
That is the only way. |