Stomp Stomp Stomp

  Have you ever stomped on flowers?

I have.

Stomp Stomp Stomp

I was reckless and youthful.

It was all just fun and games.

Stomp Stomp Stomp

I've stomped on yellow ones, red ones, and even purple ones

But not anymore.

Stomp Stomp Stomp
I have grown wise.

But not wise enough.

Stomp Stomp Stomp

I feel bad for the flowers now.

This time, I'm the flower.

Stomp Stomp Stomp

Surely flowers get treated better than this.

Because this flower isn't just being stomped on

It is put away in the darkness

No ray of sunshine

No way of blooming again.

Stomp Stomp Stomp

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