Primrose

Flower patch on a grave Used to flourish when it rained But our tears have drowned it And it withers away You say it won't grow again No matter how I plead The flowers all turned to dust And I can hardly breathe But still The primrose is gone and weeds replace The aroma is gone and my memories all feel fake Feel fake Feel fake I can't be close to you And I cry to all our favourite tunes Won't give me one more time And I can't be close to you Should've just stopped complaining I know it was no fun Even now I'm still ranting And you've probably had enough But still The primrose is gone and weeds replace The aroma is gone... my memories all feel fake Feel fake Feel fake Feel fake I feel fake I feel fake I feel fake I feel fake