Your scent 
The smell of flowers in decay 
So sad 
The way you sit there, rotting away 

So young 
With a lot of plans and dreams 
They’re lost 
Life’s unfair, so it seems 

All hope is gone 
No spark of brightness in sight 
You gave up 
You don’t want to fight this fight 

Your scent 
The smell of flowers in decay 
So sad 
You’re rotting away 

battle lost before it even started 
Leaving me behind, broken hearted 
I couldn’t imagine you would lose 
That this is the end 
That you would choose 
I understand you are in pain 
That living life [bad word] a strain 
You’d rather be up there amongst angels 
Because the demons inside are too painful