You lay me down in your beautiful garden
And then you rake the soil so that nothing can grow.
You take me to the places that I want to go
And then you leave me there alone.
Flowers start to flirt and blossom
And then the clippers come round to decapitate the bloom.
Is god playing evil tricks on me
Or are you playing a game of early frost with a fragile plant?
The only one I know has come to take me away
And I have no idea where I'm going.
Everyone has burned before
We'll all be burned again.
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