Why would you tell me
That you loved me

If you knew that it wasn't true?

The truth might hurt,

But you hurt me more than the truth ever could

Ignorance was not the bliss you said it would be

A lot of things are not what you said they would be

I gave you nothing but honesty

And you gave me

Fantasy ?

Not the wonderful kind with blue skies and flowers,

The kind that leaves you empty and hollow

Because you can't help but feel

That it just might happen

But in your heart of hearts,

You know it never will

And I knew all along that something was not right

From the very beginning

I used to think it fell apart sooner but I know now

From the beginning it was wrecked

I just wish I had the courage to say something

Like you had the cowardice to say nothing

Flowers really are cowards, huh