Materials fade, get forgotten.
Two decades ago my mother
Gave me a garden filled with
Love, energy, happiness,
A smile,
Musicality, artistry, creativity
for me to nurture forever.
I hated how I had
to take care of each one
Constantly.
Constantly.
"Too much hard work for a
Little girl!" I believed,
Constantly.
The first bunch grew naturally while
The rest took too much time.
I couldn't play much, thanks to
The garden.
Through deathly ill winters,
Hot blazing summer,
Oh, how much discipline I've learned!
I just want to fly free with
My fruits I harvest.
Somber Song
Did you have to show me innocence, spirit, you?
With your hidden party child singing, my heart grew!
He grabbed it ou of my chest to throw it away,
blowing out my youthful glow into this dark decay.
I could still feel your touch under his affection,
wishing that all I'd given him was cold rejection.
You did not want what was tainted by men.
All I knew was passionate love--lust--then
Listening to songs in night's stillness I do
I do know it should have been you,
but
Since I've released my dam,
My flooded heart ran.
You had to hide beneath.
Therefore you were beat.
It was my fault; I should've waited.
To forget my mistake I live sedated.
Not once have I regretted something
'Cept this time of ripped off clothing.
Each time my hand is taken,
I feel sorrow seeing you forsaken.
Love surrounds me as my aura shines.
Hate attacks me as he says, "She's mine."
Two decades ago my mother
Gave me a garden filled with
Love, energy, happiness,
A smile,
Musicality, artistry, creativity
for me to nurture forever.
I hated how I had
to take care of each one
Constantly.
Constantly.
"Too much hard work for a
Little girl!" I believed,
Constantly.
The first bunch grew naturally while
The rest took too much time.
I couldn't play much, thanks to
The garden.
Through deathly ill winters,
Hot blazing summer,
Oh, how much discipline I've learned!
I just want to fly free with
My fruits I harvest.
Somber Song
Did you have to show me innocence, spirit, you?
With your hidden party child singing, my heart grew!
He grabbed it ou of my chest to throw it away,
blowing out my youthful glow into this dark decay.
I could still feel your touch under his affection,
wishing that all I'd given him was cold rejection.
You did not want what was tainted by men.
All I knew was passionate love--lust--then
Listening to songs in night's stillness I do
I do know it should have been you,
but
Since I've released my dam,
My flooded heart ran.
You had to hide beneath.
Therefore you were beat.
It was my fault; I should've waited.
To forget my mistake I live sedated.
Not once have I regretted something
'Cept this time of ripped off clothing.
Each time my hand is taken,
I feel sorrow seeing you forsaken.
Love surrounds me as my aura shines.
Hate attacks me as he says, "She's mine."