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painted flower

I know I've seen this before
in a portrait or a picture on the wall
I know I'll never be true
searching for something that I cannot have
I know this dream has to end
now I know that bad dreams can come true
I know my faith has run out
still I hope for something better in the end

I hate this sense of loss
thrown down at me with pity from your hands
I hate the stars in the sky
reminders of relections in your eyes
I hate the blood in my veins
flowing through me with thoughts that could never be true
I hate the flowers I find
stepping over petals as I fall

as I fall...