Look over here, and see.

See the small Blue flower.

Little do you know... The Blue flower is me,

Trying to return things to the way they were,

With fading Blue petals, I have nothing to show.

 

You were my sunlight,

I needed you to live.

Now that you left me forever,

The gray sky hides everything in sight.

The raining continues to flow,

And you'll never return the garden's beauty whatsoever.

 

For,

If you were to look over here and see,

See this small, broken, Blue flower, Little would you know...

That the Blue flower is me,

Attempting to return things to the way they once were,

With my fading Blue petals, I have nothing to show.

 

The vibrant Blue of my petals

Has been washed away

By the countless amount of tears cried

By the slicing of metals,

By the cold, gray sky, everyday.

Worn by your heartless lie.

 

Now if you were to look and see,

See this small, destroyed, Blue flower,

You'd never know that the Blue flower is me

Trying to retun things to how they were,

My Blue petals fading, I have nothing to show.