You burden me with your questions You'd have me tell no lies. You're always askin' what it's all about, Don't listen to my replies. You say to me I don't talk enough, But when I do I'm a fool. These times I've spent, I've realized, I'm gonna shoot through, and leave you.
You burden me with your problems, By telling me more bout mine. I'm always so concerned, With the way you say, You're always at stop, To think of us, Being one is more than I'd ever known. But this time I realize, I'm gonna shoot through, and leave you.
"The things you say, your purple prose just gives you away..."
The plum rose contrasts nicely with the grass of the ground, fresh, full vitality... truly a warm welcome by life itself springing out of this work. A positive reminder to focus on what lifts us up, instead of dragging ourselves down.