A bouquet I left here for you
Out in the rain, beside your window
The flowers beat by the pellets of rain and ice
Don't be alarmed if there's nothing left in the morning
If these flowers wilt, don't hold it against me
It was just a miscalculation

If I disappoint you with these words
Please understand I don't know myself
Words often fail me where pictures cannot
So let me paint my portrait so you see the pain
As it is etched into my face

The blood drips down my face
As teardrops drip from my eyes
The pain ebbs away and is left inside
But can you truly understand why I cry?
I'm lying here, almost dead, wondering why
As I'm dying inside. I cry about nothing
And wonder why. I see the truth here.
There is no hope for me