Flowers And Rust

She's been a loner ever since she gave in To the lingering ghost of her past And she was doing everything she could to stay still But the grip of its hold was to last She became A wanderer A foreigner A living lost cause In the shade and dark corridors Stories would tell that she was, yea Born with a curse Turning diamonds to dust Diamonds to dust An innocent world to withered flowers and rust Flowers and rust I don't remember the day when she fell My only memory as far as I can tell Is the trembling of my hands when they held Withered flowers with her farewell I became A charlatan A bohemian A clown without shame Wide awake and in delirium I can hear myself calling her name, yea Born with a curse Turning diamonds to dust Diamonds to dust An innocent world to withered flowers and rust Clearly I was Born with a curse Turning diamonds to dust Diamonds to dust An innocent world to withered flowers and rust Flowers and rust