I know I have a fickle heart and and a bitterness.
And a wondering eye and a heaviness in my head.
But don't you remember...
Don't you remember... The reason you loved me?
A new seed has been planted into the distinctive pot, a valiant and alluring rose growing; free of trouble and pain. A plant, worth the wait; worth resowing. The old plant has withered; cried out its water source; but this time the thorns won't let you bleed. They won't