Sometimes the Flower Isn'T Worth the Rain

SOMETIMES THE FLOWER ISN'T WORTH THE RAIN He was on the short end of a losing dream She smoked their last cigarette of faith Running out of time and out of breath She couldn't whisper a scream The slamming door spoke the words she couldn't say They were headed where the wounded run. But the scars never heal Where does love go to die She left a key on the table and unsolicted memories Neither of which he wanted Left again with what he didn't need. It wasn't in the stars There was no ace up his sleeve He wrote it off as a lesson of life. Using his pen full of unlearned ink. How many tears does it take to drown the pain First suspect is twisted fate When you're pointing the blame Saying it's better to have loved and lost Depends on how deep a wound you've sustained Sometimes the flower just isn't worth the rain