What's a flower
But a sweet dream
Is it pleasant,
Or do you dread it
I look around and all I find
Are people that once were alive
What's a cloud
But a picture
That tells the story of your life
Always floating,
Never touching the ground
Always passing by
Why the red
And the black and blue
Where's the smile in your eyes
There it is, but it isn't
There it is, but it isn't
True
Where's the nightmare
Tell me quickly
Whisper words into my ear
I can't go through life knowing
That I left you here with your fears
Crawling up your thighs
Where's your struggle
Is it the wall
That builds inside your fragile heart
I've been weak
But I've been known
To break a couple walls down
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