I see the sun
through a tinted glass.
It hurts me to know
that those days have passed.
The thought of your red roses
brings violets to my mind.
As petals fall,
the old winds call my
garden left
behind.
You tried to read
the pages of
These letters washed
awáy
You tried to cut
the engine
While you were
begging me to stáy
You carried all my
voices,
You never raised
your ówn,
You tried to pull me
out but,
The seeds had all been
sówn.
I see the sun
through a tinted glass.
It hurts me to know
that those days have passed.
The thought of your black heart
brings violence to my mind.
As raindrops fall,
the old winds call my
garden left
behind.
You tried to read
the pages of
These letters washed
awáy
You tried to cut
the engine
While you were
begging me to stáy
You tried to know the enemy,
Mounting a defence,
You tried to give a reason to,
A rhyme that don't make sénse