When daisy petals will not do, what is it that will make him see this view?
He likes me; he likes me not
He likes me; he likes me not
He likes me; he likes me not
He likes me; he likes me not
Will there be a day when the ending comes to what I wish for?
Or will it always end in disaster to my heart?
He likes me; he likes me not
He likes me; he likes me not
He likes me; he likes me not
So I wish upon this star, for a knight who will save me from my destiny.
Save me from what I fear, save me from this pain, save me from me.
He likes me; he likes me not
He likes me; he likes me not
It is evens versus odds, is it the odds which pushes you to make your move
Or is it the evens which bring you to me?
He likes me; he likes me not
Now I can see, it is not natures decision to what he prefers, but it is our fate which leads the way.
So what is it that he will do to make it as good as new?
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