Flowers For the Dead

People only give flowers to the dead But I'd rather give them to the living That way they can be smelt And the person knows they've been given I get closer to my death with each day that goes by I just hope that when I go, my loved ones don't cry I hope they tell me how they feel, so I leave knowing And while I'm here I Hope its something they keep showing We all say things we don't mean But some are too prideful to take it back We hide our feelings, and won't chase our dreams Instead of creating a future, you're wasting time trying to save the past If you love someone let them know, put down your pride Let your truth breathe and drown the lies Being afraid isn't an option, it's your last chance to be brave You can either kiss your freedom, or dance as a slave Make them feel special, do everything you can to get them close If you truly love them, then don't let them go Hold on to the things treasure most Today could be your last time seeing them, you never know Tomorrow is never guaranteed make sure you choose your words carefully Make sure your loved ones know how you feel While you get the chance show them its real People give flowers to the dead when they can't be smelt People try to hug those gone, when your arms can't be felt I'd rather give my flowers to the living That way they'll be appreciated and the person knows they've been given