I watched you, sitting beneath the cherry tree
I called you, but I don't think you heard me
I swallowed all the filthy things you swore were me
And turned toward the wilted blossoms at your feet
So swear you don't know me, can't know me
Swear you don't dare dream, sit quietly
Beneath your cherry tree, where you buried me
I fought you, beneath that very cherry tree
I caught you, staring at the worst of me
Pretending you had never seen the burning dream
And turned toward thoughts of tearing free
So swear that you owned me, can't condone these
Filthy sheets you don't dare clean, live worry free
Beneath your cherry tree, where you buried me
I left you, standing by your cherry tree
I missed you, but never let those blossoms see
How I had chased the end so callously
And turned your heart against me
So swear that you didn't see, the end coming
Through the withering of autumn leaves, beneath bare feet
While you stood by your cherry tree, mourning me.
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