| Trees and Flowers |
|---|
| Dawn cracks the dark |
| And it breaks the silence |
| Of my waking hours |
| And my heartbeat’s license |
| For I hate the trees |
| And I hate the flowers |
| And I hate the buildings |
| And the way they tower over me |
| Can’t you see |
| I get so frightened |
| No one else seems frightened |
| Only me |
| Only me |
| I can’t but see |
| That the sun has risen |
| To my window, my world |
| Of my home sweet prison |
| For I hate the trees |
| And I hate the flowers |
| And I hate the buildings |
| And the way they tower over me |
| Can’t you see |
| I get so frightened |
| No one else seems frightened |
| Only me |
| Only me |
