child of a flower child
and you've let your thorns grow wild
and I want to know why
was it something that I said?
Know that I wish I were dead
- what can I say?
Broken promises lie shattered on the ground
like empty mirror shards, reminding of
the way things could have gone
Hidden underneath the shadow of your life
Should I be happy now, now that you think
you have seen the light?
how did we become so lost?
Our footprints melted in the frost
when the summer came, and now
it's never the same.
I don't know how to bridge this gap
between you and I
and if you think this is the end
I will say goodbye,
from me, your friend,