I feel like a signal flower in a field of clovers. And when i look down and start to wilt i find a four leaf clover that always rises me back up. but then when i'm sitting on a nice spring day someone comes by and picks me out of no where, i've now lost the only four leaf clover i've ever found and i'm starting to wilt.
with no roots to keep me close to you, and no sunlight to brighten my day, im left alone with the sound of a voice saying "he loves me, he loves me not" and as my peddles begin to fall and the question still remans in my head. Does he love me?