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.
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.
Someday I will make up for all the mistakes I have made.
