This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of
sometimes I just can't face myself 
This is my favorite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,
you know it's been one of those days. 

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower 
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown 
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Well a stem is not a rose,
but that's how my garden grows.
I can't see the forest for the trees, 
the stinking poison for disease 
Now it's all shot to [bad word] and back again.
I seek redemption for the 
same old sins and I fall on my knees,
And I pray that all the poppies they 
they will just fade away. 
But fields of poppies they remain.
That's how they found me last time, dead 

This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of, 
sometimes I just won't face myself. 
This is my favorite sad story, 
forget me not or I'll forget myself
I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight 
you know its been one of those days. 

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower, 
every deadly flower, 
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown,
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil. 

Irises lay in spring mud, 
where lovers drown each other's sorrows,
Where lovers dream about tomorrows. 
As for me I drown another kind as 
 [bad word] course through my veins. 
Posie wreaths they crown me. 
My heart, My heart 
I should just fade away, fade away 
Like a flower...