& the beautiful boys Love the beautiful girls with Fragile hearts & delicate bodys Who dont seem to notice they're lovely & that's why they dont love me I'm not that kind of beautiful My heart is as strong as wood But wood can still break I'm a single tree in a field of flowers Watching all the beautiful boys Pluck them all one by one & dont you know that Picking flowers makes them wither away? What a tragedy It seems that the only kind that visit me Are the kind that want to rip the leaves To leave me naked & weak I wait for a storm to come along & take me down If a tree falls all alone Does it still make a sound?