Death flowers.

And i’ll give and give as much as I can, do efforts that I don’t even have.

But you will still think I’m a child, even if you don’t even know how to handle yourself.

Don’t you recognize yourself, is the line of this empty story, how you handle nothing in glory.

Leave me alone with all your self frustration, and with your ego nation.

Projecting, a word you read somewhere, that you use in every sentence you have.

You've put me in the black position, by that you made the wrong decision.

I will rise , I will rise up again. Put your death words in a bag with the flowers you already had.

Because there is an end in this story and that’s the time that your out of glory.