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The wilting flowers of our love lay thrown on the ground

All our rage simmers into reflection

We know it won't work out well

I go sit in the car

While you're screaming at its door

You know it's over

I know it's over

Every now and then i think about you

And the blooming summer we created

And now the winter flowers come into bloom

And so does more reflection

It's all we have left of eachother

And still you scream at me from that same fucking door

Let go

Let go of me

Let go

Let go of me

Let go of the handle

I won't let you in

And yet again we come back

For more of this addicting hurt

And the spring comes along

And my arms are still red

rippled

And my heart growing ever tired

Will these bruises ever go away

Will these scars ever stop multiplying

The winter flowers are blooming again

But you haven't come to mind

Instead I sit on the corner of my bed

And hang my head in shame and cry