There are things in this world I would rather not do.
Things in this world I would rather not say.
And yet I do them anyway.
And as I pay my dues and leave in debts,
you're left behind
- I have left you behind.
And as the flower grows within you,
like a cancer,
you alone wheeze wails in our emptied room,
I am away, I am away,
I hear you not;
and it blooms out of your core,
leaves you deserted,
like I did.
You remain the earth
it shall flourish on.
There are things in this world I would rather not do.
Things in this world I would rather not say.
And yet I do them anyway.