Rozz Williams

This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or Ill forget myself
Ive got quite a few things that Im afraid of
sometimes I just cant face myself
This is my favorite sad story,
Forget me not or Ill forget myself.
I guess Ill tuck myself away tonight,
you know its been one of those days.
Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower
hides its light inside of shame.
I do not know why you dont know,
I cannot reap what you have sown
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.
Well a stem is not a rose,
but thats how my garden grows.
I cant see the forest for the trees,
the stinking poison for disease
Now its all shot to hell and back again.
I seek redemption for the
same old sins and I fall on my knees,
And I pray that all the poppies they
they will just fade away.
But fields of poppies they remain.
Thats how they found me last time, dead
This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or Ill forget myself.
Ive got quite a few things that Im afraid of,
sometimes I just wont face myself.
This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or Ill forget myself
I guess Ill just tuck myself away tonight
you know its been one of those days.
Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower,
hides its light inside of shame.
I do not know why you dont know,
I cannot reap what you have sown,
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.
Irises lay in spring mud,
where lovers drown each others sorrows,
Where lovers dream about tomorrows.
As for me I drown another kind as
sadness runs course through my veins.
Posie wreaths they crown me.
My heart, My heart
I should just fade away, fade away
Like a flower...
[ Flowers Lyrics ]