She loves me, she loves me not,..
I picked the petals off the flowers.
I was bathing in the sunlight,
Wearing the yellow dress you love so much.

She loves me, she loves me not,..
I said with each petal plucked.
Pretty, like the love you brought.
And the happiness that came with it.

She loves me, she loves me,..*
I stopped. I wanted it to stop.
Back when we loved each other a lot.
Tearing up, I threw away the bouquet.

-m.b