If I could pick a flower
It might be for an hour
Then I am sad
You make me mad
I could walk along a meadow
But I feel so very hollow
Then I am sad
You make me mad
When we're talking
My heart is breaking all for you
You're not listening
What am I supposed to do?
If I could pick a flower
It might be for an hour
Then I am sad
You make me mad
I could walk along a meadow
But I feel so very hollow
Then I am sad
You make me mad
When you're looking back at me
There's no love the eye can see
And 'm Ithinking to myself
There must be something else
There must be something else
If I could pick a flower
It might be for an hour
Then I am sad
You make me mad
I could walk along a meadow
But I feel so very hollow
Then I am sad
You make me mad
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