Текст песни Rotten - Strawberry Pom

White walls, stripped paint
You took the tree
That made us smile

You could barely speak
But you were here
Reminding me, of here
Rotting

In time, it died
This crowded scene
On this roof

A scratch can wipe
The days that flew
Returning me, back here
Rotting

The orange dries
Inside my mind
And I can't breathe

Another laugh
Another year
In here, crumbling
Rotting
Rotting