People see you as sour, but I know, I know your not like the rest Your a different lemon, sweet on the inside, but it's not your fault your with the other sour lemons, you blend perfectly with the others
I wish people could see you the way I do I wish people could see you the way the others lemons are, and compare I wish I could walk up to you and grab you But the people judge, “Never buy a lemon” they say And so, I stay away
I cry sweet tears, not as sweet as you Hoping to have the courge to walk towards you
Somtimes I doubt myself, how do I know you're not a normal lemon? Obsessing over something so sour? How could I know my heart wont break? Oh! But I love you my lemon!
Your like an invisible field, I canot go near I wish one day it will disappear So please, sour lemon come to me, I cannot bring myself to you my sweet sweet lemon.