Ugly.

I want to know what I offer.

And when you see me, How do I seem?

In my mind, Im shaking from this cold rain.

Do the clouds come through in my eyes?

Do you never wonder? With a smirk, I direct all questions away.

I wanna make the Earth shake,

And stand still for just a day.

And of course, I wanna lay,
In the flowers.

Taken by the flowers.

Who else, would take me?