For all of my noise I am nothing more than a sensitive child;
I'm sorry, I'm tired, guess I haven't slept in a while.
It's hard to be honest with myself,
But I should have been honest with you.
Of all of the flowers I planted,
Doubt was the brightest to bloom;
I never had too much to offer to you.
So lay me, restless,
Inside the cage that my body will make of my bones
As I slowly waste away;
I'm sorry, my darling,
I'm still so afraid, that the flowers you've grown
On the grave of our love will remain,
Long after my memory fades.
I promise that someday I'll make up,
For all the mistakes that I've made.
Writer(s): Maximillian Carnegie Nicolai, Liam Kane Torrance, Scott Mitchell Edwards, Toby James Evans, Thomas Jeffrey Weaver
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