What you thought were flowers are only weeds growing in your garden and that beautiful bouquet is withering in her hands. There's no hope to save all the seeds you've planted when they've been buried in barren, broken soil. It's all dying it's all dried up. Your mind it's flooded with nothing and there is nothing. You won't grow you can't grow why won't you grow you left me alone to reap what I sew this is pointless, what's left is nothing and there is nothing. You won't grow why won't you grow? You left me alone, where did you go?