My eyes droop, the petals they are

I don't know if he sees them

Would he love me, would he love my eyes?

I feel cold.

Would he even want to love me?

And do I want him to

Hold me in his arms,

Hold me in his arms,

Cold, in his arms?

But even colder now

Alone, a shadow of their laughter

The shade of their faces

The faces you see

They all know, it's how they judge me.