Flores (part. Titãs)

I looked until I got tired
Of seeing my eyes in the mirror
I cried for having shattered
The flowers in the flowerbed

The fists and the wrists cut
And the rest of my whole body
There are flowers covering the roof
Underneath my pillow

There are flowers everywhere
There are flowers in everything I see

The pain will heal these wounds
The serum tastes like tears
The flowers smell like death
The pain will close these cuts

Flowers, flowers
Plastic flowers never die

I looked until I got tired
Of seeing my eyes in the mirror
I cried for having shattered
The flowers in the flowerbed

The fists and the wrists cut
And the rest of my whole body
There are flowers covering the roof
Underneath my pillow

There are flowers everywhere
There are flowers in everything I see

The pain will heal these wounds
The serum tastes like tears
The flowers smell like death
The pain will close these cuts

Flowers, flowers
Plastic flowers never die
Flowers, flowers
Plastic flowers never die