Flower patch on a grave
Used to flourish when it rained
But our tears have drowned it
And it withers away
You say it won't grow again
No matter how I plead
The flowers all turned to dust
And I can hardly breathe
But still
The primrose is gone and weeds replace
The aroma is gone and my memories all feel fake
Feel fake
Feel fake
I can't be close to you
And I cry to all our favourite tunes
Won't give me one more time
And I can't be close to you
Should've just stopped complaining
I know it was no fun
Even now I'm still ranting
And you've probably had enough
But still
The primrose is gone and weeds replace
The aroma is gone... my memories all feel fake
Feel fake
Feel fake
Feel fake
I feel fake
I feel fake
I feel fake
I feel fake