We do good or bad deeds and are usually always in someone's life
The ash from my cigarette burned my chest and your carpet
Every love you give flowers grow on the rocks
Every hate we feel flowers grow on the rocks
We look for places when we should look for reasons
We waste time thinking that the world stops without us
Maybe the flowers will outlive you
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