“I didn’t want flowers
What was the point of you giving me flowers if they were eventually going to wilt?
I didn’t want your love
What was the point of telling me you loved me if you were bound to wake up one day and not feel the same way?
Regardless of my rejection,
you still offered me flowers
You told me you’d always love me
However, feelings are fickle
and those feelings you claimed to have for me were gone as quick as they came
It didn’t take long for me to take notice of your cruel game
Chess, you called it?
You didn’t think twice before ripping my heart out
spending your mornings in her bed, spending your evenings out
Now I was stuck with dead flowers, a bloody shirt and an empty chest
It took your feelings the same amount of time to fade as it took these stupid flowers to wilt,
Don’t mourn me now
Just let me rest”