evil isabella

A hurricane of jacarandas Strangling figs, hanging vines My life is mine to do with as I choose I owe nothing to you When you neglect a flower (ooh), it will wilt and fade Until all of its color has drained away Paint its petals, the outcome's the same You've lost the bloom you plucked and pruned The only one to blame is you (you) Your prized precious flower is no more as new shoots arise