the rain is crushing the flower in all its beauty
as she plucks her last 'he loves me not'
the clouds are rolling in so steady
and she feels as though she should have fought
on the one hand she thinks its not her fault
but more often she knows that it is
shes the one whos fallen again and again
and shell never forget thats shes still his
but even though she loves him
he doesnt love her back
and even though she knows this
the tears come rushing back
so even though she knows shes already already lost
she hopes theres an extra petal on her 'he loves me not'