Rotten Flowers

Rotten flowers,
you turned back to snow.

I'm feeling so cold,
I'm not feeling calm,
I'm broken by thoughts
of losing your love.

Useless words,
I used to let them grow,
between, you and me,
in tune, I'm hoping for June.

And now that you're gone,
I'm almost alone,
I can't get enough,
enough of the world...

And living's so tough,
without you in my heart,
I'm almost alone.