Flowers of Tragedy


The girl who could not talk
Was frozen and would be mocked
Everyone would sit and stare
As flowers bloomed in her hair
These flowers that bloomed
We're no orginary flowers
They bled as tragedy struck
This girls fantasy ran wild
She rebelled and went crazy
Lost sight of what's important
Now her life is a little hazy
As she picks up the shatter pieces
She realized her flowers started to bloom
This time the flowers did not bled

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