Tears from the soul of a flower

All in the past

Hmmm...

Maybe I've lost my touch

I'm not as happy as I used to be

Not as funny Not as nice

Not as kind

It's overbearing, believe me

This past year

Has really murdered my senses

I used to be so loving

Not that you care

Teach me how to feel again

It seems to me that I am now broken

A poorly wired circuit I have now become

See life has a funny way

Of coughing on your face

And it makes you sick

I'm poison

So love at your own risk.