It's like the game kids used to play, where they would pluck the petals off beautiful flowers,
"They love me, they love me not."
Chanting, as if they're a cult.
"They love me, they love me not."
But sadly, it's like I'm the flower,
"They love me, they love me not."
And society is the confused child.
"They love me, they love me not."
Crying, weeping about the lack of knowledge of whether their crush likes them back or not.
