Tear shaped Peddles

Look for the girl that drinks poison out of a faucet
With colourful flower eyes
As the years go by the peddles fall and the flower dies
Look over the mountain blocked valley
Where there is no wind to carry the pollen
The one try is up

Picking its peddles praying she loves me she loves me not
She loves me not
After all has come and past you’re stuck in a stubborn mind
Praying to your friends rain and sun
But never again will her eyes blossom
You were not the one