Flowers never bloom

They just cover the ground, dead

I promise you gloom

Cause birds stop flying

After I clip off each wing

And now they’re dying

And air isn’t pure

Since I started breathing

Or that’s what I’m told

And disease, that’s me

I guess I never told you

Maybe you should flee

But you are the sun

And you are the new feathers

You make disease fun

And I’m still a storm

And I make inconvenience

And you still like me

Still… I’m just the dirt

And I am doing no good

So fucking kill me

Such an ugly day

For such an ugly person

But you’re smiling