Crimson red petals in teardrop-like shapes
Fell silently to the ground
A gast of wind sweeps it off
To his cough

He, is coughing out crimson red petals in teardrop-like shapes too
However, it wasn't for me, what a fool
He, like me, is crying out for that one love

Why is he not able to comprehend
The things i do to fulfill his demand
When he himself is doing it too?
He is but a fool, and a tool.

Never grow to understand
Never grow to love
Never grow..

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I'm bored as you see.