I'm flawed,
I'm flawed and I know that I'll always be
This misery
These chilly feelings creeping low
This house of memories are still taunting me
Lushful prison
What else could I do?
A growing flower with no place to run

A carnation
I chose one for you
Dead but still golden for all that you've done

For a better light
You took my own life
A life that still had a sunshine

Place down the rose
and rest in the grave
Rest knowing there'd always be
A better name

It hurts
You're the butterfly
And I'm the parasite

But at night
Vultures fly
Past your blind eye