There is an anger comes off this girl,
That she can't find an origin,
The things I plant won't grow,
Yet the wild weeds flower in wind and snow.
Nothing to be nothing to prove,
Nowhere to go nothing to lose.
When will my season come,
Was I born of infertile soil,
Is my seed without song,
Can I not see the woods for these forests in my head,
Can I not see the sunlight as I play dead?
Nothing to be nothing to prove,
Nowhere to go nothing to lose.
Queen Adreena - Weeds (03:30)
There is an anger comes off this girl, That she can't find an origin, The things I plant won't grow,
Yet the wild weeds flower in wind and snow. Nothing to be nothing to prove, Nowhere to go nothing to
lose. When will my season come, Was I born of infertile soil, Is my seed without song, Can I not see
the woods for these forests in my head, Can I not see the sunlight as I play dead? Nothing to be
nothing to prove, Nowhere to go nothing to lose. ---- I can relate to this song so much. It ...