I hope it burns I hope it stings I hope it aches Every time You get a glimpse of me I hope you drown I hope your heart will die The pain you caused Now I am paying a high price I hope you rotten I hope you will be Forgotten
In the wide field he picked me and I was freed I was a pretty flower The only problem is that I easily wither Who will love me when I am no longer appealing and pretty I am going to wither And die in winter
Clean your room 'cause they will roam Make it spotless 'cause they wouldn't careless still, they threw a big pile of garbage to your head and whatever you do you cannot remove the traces of yesterday
I once dreamed, I want to become the ocean freed but it is more than it The waves are strong I cannot breathe I felt free, but also bygone The deep blue ocean Is scarier than I yearn for