Isn't she wonderfull
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love
Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up, fallen to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt,
So it could live. I walked away now.
Keepin their eye on the fedia cheddar, things that aint really for the better,
I could point out their behaviour to keep y'immune from the poisonous flavour,
but once your caught I cant save ya, they’ll manipulate your mind so you enjoy danger.