A single flower petal brushes against my skin
I don't want to believe
our romance was a mistake.
We've got a bad, bad habit of saying "everything's fine" and bottling it up.
I always thought about how I wanted to be with you forever, but we don't see eye to eye.
I assumed I could always make you smile
in that soft, gentle way of yours
like when we first met.
I want to hold you...
A single flower petal brushes against my skin
I don't want to believe
our romance was a mistake.
I thought I loved you.
I wanted to hear your voice more and more.
And while my hand still reaches yours,
I can't see what your future holds