The buttercups could've blossomed freely if
It was just me
You deserved so much better than this
Led in a blaze
Your petals grown so much brighter than mine
Ever so young
I would've rather crashed into the flames
Would rather go
Than hear a buttercup brighten and die
And I can only spend life missing you
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