and so it starts.

the forms are out, the beginning so near.

undecisiveness, guilt, stress.

i am undecided.

what will make my decision?

i dont know.

morale is low.

one has left our numbers.

dropping, lower lower lower.

one rose for many people.

one lost, scattered in the wind.

one gone, far away now.

one love, who will never know.

i'll buy that rose tomorrow.

at least i'll satisfy someone.

cryptic, a liar's soul.

whenever you ask.

a lie is easier than telling the truth.

then that rose will arrive.

i'll keep it till its withered and brown.

until its stalk turns brittle.

like i do every year.

and so it starts.

the forms are out, the beginning so near.

undecisiveness, guilt, stress.

i am undecided.

what will make my decision?

i dont know.

morale is low.

one has left our numbers.

dropping, lower lower lower.

one rose for many people.

one lost, scattered in the wind.

one gone, far away now.

one love, who will never know.

i'll buy that rose tomorrow.

at least i'll satisfy someone.

cryptic, a liar's soul.

whenever you ask.

a lie is easier than telling the truth.

then that rose will arrive.

i'll keep it till its withered and brown.

until its stalk turns brittle.

like i do every year.