11-30-2022, 07:51 PM
Song Source (Sweet Sweet Cendrillon Drug)
A Boy's Flowery Love
He knows he's unloveable.
The flowers which grow in my small chest,
It tells me that I'm just not at my best.
Though I smile and try so hard to get by,
The voice in my head said 'Let us Die'.
...
I tried hard to be adored, you know.
No matter what happens, it is just so.
If it is fate that I'm just to wilt,
I hope someone's heart can be filled.
So high.
Let... me, know.
If you were to tell me the words,
It would be more just like a curse,
Because I can't believe my own heart.
If you were to bless the existence,
I would just try to repent.
My Mother said it's just not true.
...
Somewhere, There once was a little prince boy.
He cried for someone to finally care.
When Father left him, it all fell apart.
It was when all of this would start.
To fall.
Fall... To hell.
Someone please tell me those words.
It doesn't matter if it's heard.
I just want to know if it's true.
The truth etched in the petal is,
That I simply don't know myself.
What is this thing you call 'Love'?
...
Then, a hand, it reached towards me.
"You are just as cared for."
Many more reach out towards me.
"You are able to be loved..."
Right?
...
If it's all so true, all of it.
Then why can I still not fit?
These flowers in my chest still suffocate.
In truth I think I know it all,
The real reason it happened was-
The person that can't love me is...
The real reason that I'm here,
The real reason I'm suffering,
The person who doesn't love me is...!
A Boy's Flowery Love
He knows he's unloveable.
The flowers which grow in my small chest,
It tells me that I'm just not at my best.
Though I smile and try so hard to get by,
The voice in my head said 'Let us Die'.
...
I tried hard to be adored, you know.
No matter what happens, it is just so.
If it is fate that I'm just to wilt,
I hope someone's heart can be filled.
So high.
Let... me, know.
If you were to tell me the words,
It would be more just like a curse,
Because I can't believe my own heart.
If you were to bless the existence,
I would just try to repent.
My Mother said it's just not true.
...
Somewhere, There once was a little prince boy.
He cried for someone to finally care.
When Father left him, it all fell apart.
It was when all of this would start.
To fall.
Fall... To hell.
Someone please tell me those words.
It doesn't matter if it's heard.
I just want to know if it's true.
The truth etched in the petal is,
That I simply don't know myself.
What is this thing you call 'Love'?
...
Then, a hand, it reached towards me.
"You are just as cared for."
Many more reach out towards me.
"You are able to be loved..."
Right?
...
If it's all so true, all of it.
Then why can I still not fit?
These flowers in my chest still suffocate.
In truth I think I know it all,
The real reason it happened was-
The person that can't love me is...
The real reason that I'm here,
The real reason I'm suffering,
The person who doesn't love me is...!