Withered Flowers

I always was a mama’s boy I always gave my thanks

it never took too much to get me to say the grace

my tennis shoes were always tied I always held the door

but I can’t find that part of me anymore

 

would you find me if I wandered in a field of withered flowers

if I thought that they were getting close to bloom

I don’t trust in my perception what I had is now forgotten

when you took the last good part of me

you took the last good part of me

 

I was daddy’s little girl that’s what he used to say

I knew that he was proud of me he told me every day

I cared for you was there for you don’t know what that was for

cause I can’t find that part of me anymore

 

would you find me if I wandered in a field of withered flowers

if I thought that they were getting close to bloom

I don’t trust in my perception what I had is now forgotten

when you took the last good part of me

you took the last good part of me

 

I can’t seem to find the man that I once used to be

can you feel the weight of that part you took from me

now I wander through my days hopeless remembering 

who I am meant to be

 

would you find me if I wandered in a field of withered flowers

if I thought that they were getting close to bloom

I don’t trust in my perception what I had is now forgotten

when you took the last good part of me

you took the last good part of me