sitting in the room so bright

soaking up the sunlight

she is a violet

she doesn't talk, and she doesn't move

but she listens to everything I do

she is a violet

when she had begun to bloom

I lost my mind and now she's doomed

poor, poor violet


I'm so sorry about you babe

all alone in the alley for days

how could I have forgot about you babe

turning brown and turning to waste


I guess that I just didn't care

cause now she's living downstairs

she is a violet

I think she's better off today 

in front of a different window pane

she is a violet

and if she comes alive again 

I'll stay away I am her end

poor, poor violet