Wilted Flowers

Mirror mirror who's the fairest in the land? Mirror mirror will you spare me a glance? Hopefully father's in the stands Suicide wasn't part of the plan What happened to the pottery that protected me? I'm a lonely man Life surely gave me the backhand Bag me up some grass in grams Water me, I'm withering Help me, I'm diminishing Heartbreak, I'm limited Violence, so primitive As a human being my being is faulty, flawed and sloppy like coleslaw Receive effects without a cause My bad thoughts receive an applause Cold heart from the start I'm wasting away Not enough time for what I have to say Disease is what I communicate Love I don't initiate Life is a series of events that unfold without rhyme or reason, several summers, several seasons, instances negate my breathing But I'm here I'm here, I'm trying to grow I'm asking for help for once you know? I guess it's too late to have some hope I'll miss everything this life had to show Help me, I'm diminishing Heartbreak, I'm limited Violence, so primitive Water me, I'm withering Self-sufficient, wishing that my life of dirty dishes glisten Give me a companion who can listen Shield my ma from the way I'm living I gave my all, I tried man Brain cells fried, man I'm wasting away , I'm wasting away, I guess I'm just a dying man It's hard to want to win when you lose so much but I persist no matter what A disaster waiting to happen, no need to wait for death, bring on the rush They'll care when the coroner finds the overdose inside my guts Yeah Mirror mirror who's the fairest in the land? Mirror mirror will you spare me a glance? Hopefully father's in the stands Suicide wasn't part of the plan What happened to the pottery that protected me? I'm a lonely man Life surely gave me the backhand Bag me up some grass in grams Water me, I'm withering Help me, I'm diminishing Heartbreak, I'm limited Violence, so primitive As a human being my being is faulty, flawed and sloppy like coleslaw Receive effects without a cause My bad thoughts receive an applause Cold heart from the start I'm wasting away Not enough time for what I have to say Disease is what I communicate Love I don't initiate Life is a series of events that unfold without rhyme or reason, several summers, several seasons, instances negate my breathing But I'm here I'm here, I'm trying to grow I'm asking for help for once you know? I guess it's too late to have some hope I'll miss everything this life had to show Help me, I'm diminishing Heartbreak, I'm limited Violence, so primitive Water me, I'm withering