There are some who never fit In these bright and airy rooms Meagre flowers, sparse of leaf Who have grown from bitter root
In a dried up, Dusty corner Where nobody ever goes
Like the garbage Wilted flowers Somewhere hidden out of sight
A mound of broken toys Experiments that went awry The shunned they turn their faces From the judgement of the gaze
Backyard garden of the hurt Twisted, bent, a stunted growth Seeds tossed aside
Oh nevermind the sun Nevermind the hurt
Oh well whatever, nevermind
In a dried up, Dusty corner Where nobody ever goes Like the garbage Wilted flowers Somewhere hidden out of sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
