A dozen flowers had i none.
For on them did i run.
When i had no where to hide.
From the hatred you desired.
Like the flowers you helped me grow.
And our love from infancy till it could show.
Now you wish i lay dead.
So you could be with your boyfriend.
This has been difficult to say.
I will be fine by the way.
This is how i get paid
For loving you and now hatred i never gave.
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