It’s like picking Rose petals,
Plucking promises I don’t know how to keep,
and trusting in all the wrong things.
Here take this,
No I’ve got it,
I’ll just take care of this one,
It’s a never ending field of flowers,
You’d think I’d learn my lesson,
There’s just one flaw with my own logic,
All petals picked
By my own hand eventually die anyway.