Dying Tree
I'm living life as if a dying tree.
I find myself corroding with the days.
A rot inside that nobody can see.
My instincts are no longer trustworthy.
Suppose that is why caring sometimes pays.
I'm living life as if a dying tree.
I'm doubtful I'm intended still to be.
Still dying despite trying for delay.
A rot inside that nobody can see.
So tall, so slim, not scarred, she's so pretty.
I'm standing but I'm running out of ways.
I'm living life as if a dying tree.
You search only for ways of cutting me.
Don't bother I'll be going anyways.
I'm living life as if a dying tree.
A rot inside that nobody can see.