You buried me in the treasures
Heavy laden with your decorated guilt
And the more you judged me for your pain
The more the strangling weeds would claim
I became an ornament for the shelf
Locked up inside yourself
Soon you're picking all the petals
that haven't already fell
Remnants of something dead to haunt the shelf
Remnants of something dead that haunts
I thought I gave enough but I guess it wasn't all that you ever wanted
I thought I gave enough but I guess it was never enough
