I pushed you away when all I wanted to do is hold your hand.
I picked you as beautiful flowers in the garden only to crush you instead.
I drew you in like a lover to my bosom but left you for dead.
In slow burning anger I pushed and I said
the most dreadful things that would come to my head
and with well meaning heart I covered the blade
that now beside our bloodless deathbed lays.
I picked you as beautiful flowers in the garden only to crush you instead.
I drew you in like a lover to my bosom but left you for dead.
In slow burning anger I pushed and I said
the most dreadful things that would come to my head
and with well meaning heart I covered the blade
that now beside our bloodless deathbed lays.
