Blossom

The smell of the lemon’s blossom
Made me realize that I’m still alive
& all of the sounds around me,
They made me want to survive.
Well you can try & teach me, of all of your ways,
To your 'peace', but nothing can compete with my way,
Because I’m known around to be skilled.
I’m skilled in the art of bleeding,
Skilled in the art of- not.
Skilled in the art of falling,
Beginning it all from the start.
It’s so sad you still think about me, but I can’t enjoy it at all.
I just fall into endless darkness, with no sky, no ground & no walls.
Well you can try & teach me, of all of your ways,
To your 'peace', but nothing can compete with my way,
Because I’m known around to be skilled.
I’m skilled in the art of bleeding, skilled in the art of- not.
Skilled in the art of falling, beginning it all from the start.