One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven

I picked a flower
Because it was beautiful
And because I wanted to watch it wilt
At my incessant touching

I built a tower with a view
Of all the people left to disappoint
And it was the tallest structure in the
Whole wide world

I dug a hole, warm and empty
Much like the reflection of myself
In your eyes when you say
You had really tried

I make, I steal
I break, I feel
I might, I yield
I bite at heels
I make, I steal
I break, I feel
I might, I yield
I bite at your heels

I picked a flower
Because it was beautiful
And because I wanted to watch it wilt