Storybook of burning Pages

So the story began when you were just a seed Loving and care is all you really need Life is hard growing up without a loving father Nature made it's course and it took away your mother Sprouting as a plant water and sunshine were never there So you gave up on blooming and in life you didn't care As every petal dropped you let it crush in the soil Let it dry out when the pain came to foil As your stem broke down you just ignored its existence Until it hurt too much to stand up you finally listened When you finally realized the pain you infected the dirt around you Not realizing the toxins will eventually get inside you This is not a fairy tale this is real life Where does the storybook go there is no clear sight This is finally the end when all the pages bend So you burn down all the pages and forget the hell you live in Grab the lighter and burn the page Smoke in the air like burning sage This is the storybook of burning pages Stories of the broken ones who need savin' So the story began before you even bloomed Deflowered too soon you didn't know what to do You didn't know what it was, so you wilted away and shrugged Slowly your stem became infested with bugs And they gnawed at your insanity and they drained all your love Yeah the love for yourself, because when he ripped off your petals, you felt it depleated your wealth But a rose is a rose regardless of it being abused or stepped on Its beauty still remains and its roots still kept strong Cause even though the dirt around it was cracking and dried, the flower found enough water to keep it alive This is not a fairy tale this is real life Where does the storybook go there is no clear sight This is finally the end when all the pages bend So you burn down all the pages and forget the hell you live in Grab the lighter and burn the page Smoke in the air like burning sage This is the storybook of burning pages Stories of the broken ones who need savin'