these senseless summer days
different as the one before
that's bitterly the same
why couldn't i be a singing bird?
flying high and nonchalent
gliding on winds above this earth
eased of needs and wants
but i dream beneath the oak tree
and not even minds or hearts are free
plucking petals off a daisy
he loves me not, he loves me
could i leave the world behind
if i insist this running?
speed is its own place to hide
no time to feel or see
the wind blows a little colder
assuring wisdom comes with age
but my heart's a little older
and i know less than when i came
truth lies within the taunt
life holds more than what i've got
though another flower's all i want
he loves me, he loves me not
so sometimes fate will have it's way
but i'll still sing out in the rain
dance under the corner streetlight
meet me there at 10 tonight
if this question codes a yes or no
just one simple answer
why are you so hard to solve?
unnecessarily complicated
i'm too scared to get it wrong
when the chance is fifty-fifty
if it were sure he loved me not..
i'd still hope he'll love me


