You are the flower that helps everybody else to bloom
I can't leave you forever without telling you the truth
Truth is...
I'm losing my mind for all to see
Ain't it bad?
I'd give anything to once again be your verbal punching bag
How about that?
To you I may be a memory,
but to me you're an necessity
You are the flower that helps everybody else to bloom
I can't leave you forever without telling you the truth
Truth is...
I'm losing my mind for all to see
Ain't it bad?
I'd give anything to once again be your verbal punching bag
How about that?
To you I may be a memory,
but to me you're an necessity
The need for you to feel free
I know it well
We all wanna be free
I'm losing my mind for all to see
Ain't it bad?
I'd give anything to once again be your verbal punching bag
How about that?
To you I may be a memory,
but to me you're an necessity
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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