Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree She says, i'm free ♥

I'm sick of seeming like someone who doesn't care, who wants to be used. I'm simply too good for that.
now i'm stuck with consequences thrust in my face'
Some would say i've had billions of chances, but they were never right.
They were never right. And this? I don't know.
I'm not ready to sacrifice my independance, so I guess it won't.
In sleep, is the only way I can achieve peace.
' in the scheme of my years
it just serves to blugdeon my futile tears.'

I have to read a poem, at your funeral.
About the spring, you loved nature.
You loved peace and no fuss, and now you have it, and that's how it'll be.
I love you and I miss you.