I remember, when we were still only friends, I destroyed so many flowers.
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not.

The flowers must have been trying to warn you; they always said he loves me not.

Why did I destroy such beautiful lives for a boy like you?

You went from a stranger, to a friend, to a crush, to a boyfriend, and now we're back to strangers.

But it's not a cycle, you'll never talk to me again.

Shouldn't it be me avoiding you? You broke my heart. But, if you wanted to fix it,

I would let you.