When everything falls apart
When everything is disappointing
When nothing is in its place
Not even me

When everything tires me
When everything is disgusting
When nothing is worth it
Not even me

I think of the flowers
Which are perfect
Which have no other role but to be

I think of the flowers
And it's silly
But I envy their silent beauty

When the news
Gives me insomnia
That nothing heals me
Not even you

When I'm looking for a meaning
To my long wandering
That nothing relieves me
Nothing attracts me

I think of the flowers
Which are perfect
Which have no other role but to be

I think of the flowers
And it's silly
But I envy their silent beauty
But I envy their silent beauty

When my heart implodes
When my thoughts are bitten
Intoxicate me like a wave
Ready to swallow me

When I'm stuck
In a body too narrow
That I feel the universe
Closing in on me

I think of the flowers
Which are perfect
Which have no other role but to be
I think of the flowers
And it's silly
But I envy their silent beauty

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