I've thrown
Myself at this
What if I lose this?
What will I love?
What will I give
At the end?
How many times
Can I begin?
I was a chosen few
Picked from the blooms
But now I see
I'm just like you
Waiting in the back room
Avoiding life
Until I break through
I'm growing to seed what I've sown
Alone
I'm losing my leads as I go
And I know it's gone