The flowers have died once again
So why continue to replace them?
This tiring cycle she choose to put us through
Expecting the usual calm before the storm
Letting depression repeatedly consume her
Then the bud of hope appears.
The hint of life or what's left of it
Regaining her faith in herself again
But it's hard to get past all the thorns
The thorns that tarnish her image
Pouring every last drop of love from my heart
Just to replenish my friend's faith in herself
Just to look upon the garden that lies in her eyes
Just to get the chance to see her get another chance
But I know I must change the flowers once again.
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