She loves me, yes, she loves me not,
The whole flower thing doesn't work like I thought,
With each petal I pick, I only wonder more,
If I matter to the girl that I adore.
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I wish I could dive into her mind,
I wonder what I would see and find,
Would my questions find answers?
Would I finally see...
If she does or doesn't really love me?
She seems like she loves me, for the majority,
But I'm left wondering for the minority,
I hate not knowing false or true,
If she means it when she says, "I love you."
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I wish I could dive into her mind,
I wonder what I would see and find,
Would my questions find answers?
Would I finally see...
If she does or doesn't really love me?