With no one to buy flowers for, I guess you could say my life is a bit of a bore. I want to be able to love once more. But when your heart has been aching, there isn't a cure. In your eyes, I saw the real me. In your eyes, I could finally see. I'm sick of writing love poems, always containing the same lines, this time I don't want you to be mine. I've tried to love you, many a time. The seconds are just wasted, much like me. The minutes have flown, and in this while I have grown. I'm able to live without you, I'm able to breathe, so please tell me why I still can't leave? Maybe because I enjoy buying flowers, but watching them die, well thats a whole nother' thing.