I don't know how to explain,
I got a feeling inside my head.
I don't feel right as I should,
everything comes crashing too.
I didn't do what I needed to,
I failed even when I did so.

So tell me why should I care,
if all my flowers start to decay?
Tell me why should I care,
if all my heart's gone black again?

So tell me why should I care,
if my pretty flower went away?
Tell me why should I care,
if your comfort is so far away?

Night brings but a dim light,
my heart's covered in fool's gold,
my heart's a withering rose,
and I really wish I had a way,
some hands to held me tight,
but see I'm withering tonight.

So tell me why should I care,
if all my flowers start to decay?
Tell me why should I care,
if all my heart's gone black again?

So tell me why should I care,
if my pretty flower went away?
Tell me why should I care,
if your comfort is so far away?

Have you never been enough,
have you ever felt this lost?
I'm dying to the moon tonight,
I dream of pretty butterflies,
a cup of coffee on a morning,
a soul to make love with,
but that ain't never come true.

So tell me why should I care,
if all my flowers start to decay?
Tell me why should I care,
if all my heart's gone black again?

So tell me why should I care,
if my pretty flower went away?
Tell me why should I care,
if there's no comfort for my soul?

© dats_poetry