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Flowers on the wall
You were always concerned about my happiness
what your friends thought
you never counted the flowers on the wall
that you never gave to me
I sat there in my isolation watching you get
high and drunk
my beloved broken man, do you know how you drove me away
I count the flowers on the wall wishiing they were mine to adore
You raped my soul and handcuffed my body until you had total control
Are you happy now my broken man?
I live in fear, afraid of you now, I hide my
face from society in the secret of my shell
when can I live again, free of the strike
of your fist?
I WILL COUNT THE FLOWERS ON THE WALL THAT YOU
NEVER GAVE TO ME...