some people wish to fall in love.
as if all their problems are cured with love.
february 14th makes them cry
if they can't spend it with love.
the trees in the forest whisper,
oh, how they whisper of being in love.
you pick daisies and make telephone calls
as if it will be your only love.
the hysterics that linger in the aftermath,
i would rather never fall in love.