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.