We walked up the hill together
It was a new hill for me
We talked of why not to get together
I spoke of why we should be together
I talked boldly of my past being in the past
I told of how my life was wasting away
Getting me down
Perhaps not the smartest choice of argument
To put a spotlight on ones ability to waste a life away
Now it appears to have been quite incredulous
Maybe desperation was at hand
There was a flower that I did not want to die
Yet this was the self-chosen victory
I was absolutely in need of
