I dreamed of love when I was young

But now I feel the flowers in my lungs.

I could cut it out and bid it adieu

But I would lose the feelings I have of you.

Around you, I show love and devotion

But around me, your face lacks emotion.

There are times I ask for help from above

But deep down I know i'm a pawn to this game called "love."

To the one at the end of the string, I'm sorry we never met

But I don't want to play the game that is set.

As I sit, I think "Maybe this was ment to be"

As I let the Hanahaki Disease take over me.