Come on, come on You've got to be where flowers grow
What you've left for me is nothing but a fading memory I'm writing down each thought inside my empty empty diary You left a hole inside of me, I don't know how to breathe I'm looking at your pictures, they are exciting me
Come on, come on You've got to be where flowers grow
Every cell inside is tearing apart to many parts You know, the way you torn my heart with dirty dirty words The smell of poisoned rivers rushing there inside my veins Forgetting how it felt like when you're acting so insane