You looked at me... and saw what you wanted
You used that as a statement, then to me a judgement
Yet that is what you see
Each word, you used, each phrase you explained me with
Was just a way for you to see yourself
unable to conquer your flaw, you chose to 'rid' it
I see growth, then I saw resistance
How ironic.. the flower is budding and the air clear
The seeds are new, and the soil doesn't have you..
