The sweet sorrow of
This so called disarray
I'm as blissful as a
Broken poet's dream
It happens like that
Or so they say
Change my thoughts
In different ways
But with these
Bleeding parts of
My body scattered out in
The garden only help
These flowers grow
Brighter
So how can I say that
I'm not swayed by you
How can I say that
I'm not swayed by
The sky tonight
I'm alive and I feel
My skin torn apart again
Seeing every inch of this
F*cked up mess
Called human
But with these
Bleeding parts of
My body scattered out in
The garden only helps these
Flowers grow
Brighter