Pedal after pedal quietly fall,
Beautiful flowers bang dying on a wall.
One by one the pedals hit the ground,
Where they are left never to be found.
Seven flowers left on a wall to die,
Now 7 people... are left alone to cry.
One was for you,
And all you have been through.
One meant for the poor,
But, they begged for more.
One was for, "FAME",
Where all flowers turned to be the same.
Another for the dead,
And what they could've said.
One flower for love, lust, and hate,
It's up to you choose your fate.
Second to last this flower belongs to the naymlis,
For all of whom should've been shameless.
The last flower for me,
What i wanted them to see.
Their beauty faded as did mine,
I wasn't strong enough to make everything fine.
I lost the battle, and the war,
May I ask... what did you do this for¿
