I think I'm in love with a flower. Yeah, it’s strange, I suppose.
She could be a daisy, a lily, or maybe a primrose.

She’s alone in a meadow of petals. She’s classic, and I’m heavy metal.

She feels unloved, but I want to make it known, I want to be hers, so she no longer feels alone.

It’s crazy, impossible, it will never happen. I say “I love you” and wait for a reaction. Waiting for a response, I say her name. She says she loves me, but her definition of love is not the same…

As mine, god, she’s so divine, she’s constantly on my mind, oh, if I could just find…

A way to let her go.