hundreds of rose petals/pluckedfrom between my fingertips/still my fatewas falsely anticipated/sun was long past set and i kept telling myself/it's not too late/fooling myself again and again/time seeping through the cracks of my fingertips/falling out of my reach/groping at this wilted flowers/what the hell is the matter with me?/i need something to hold onto/i'm needing not to let go,it's not too late,fooling myself again and again/sun was long past set and i kept telling myself/she loves me/she loves me not/i peer into the ocean/and my head is hung low/it's filled with the thoughts
i can no longer deny
i raise a chaking hand/try to wipe away the streaming tears
try not to let them stain my face
or blind me/and everything only burns...
everything burns/just like the tears that i cried/and the pain i have left/i guess it's always been too hazy for me to see/she loves me/she loves me not.