I used to like a guy
A flower in my hand
I faced the new feelings that were to be mine
Then laughed and smiled not knowing i'd be damned

I thought he likes me a little
Then a little bit more
Just to discover that his feelings were not even brittle
So out of dejection, i tore the flower till the core

A guy used to flirt with me
A new flower appearing left me alarmed
What if he's mocking me ?
What if he makes me even more sad ?

I never thought he'd like me even a little
Then he showed me something more
But how to known if he's playing to get his friends to giggle
So out of frustration, i hid the flower where i could'nt see it anymore

But no matter how many time i shred the two flowers
How many time i buried them
How many time i deflored them
They kept coming back in my hand in the next few hours