If I could be a rose under a tree
Then maybe I wouldn't have to feel anything
And if I got lonely I could talk to the trees
Even though they can't talk back,
They'd listen to me
I came home early 'cause
Under the tree I couldn't sleep
And I don't like how it feels not to feel anything
And when I closed my eyes you were all
I could see running with the roots
Under and around me
And Sylvia won't you help me to see the other flowers
Roses, all I knows is from his head comes roses

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