• Today's the day
    I hold my heart in my hand,
    in the form of a flower.
    I hope he likes it.

    Today's the day.
    I see him,
    I'll tell him,
    Give him my heart,
    And hope he won't break it.

    As I get closer,
    Something's off.
    It's so apparent,
    The way he looks at her,
    There'll never be any room for me.

    She's too pretty,
    I'm just another girl.
    And my flower has begun to wilt.

    So I leave my flower in that deserted hallway.
    Maybe he'll find it one day,
    And nurse it back to health.
    One day.

    Today's just not that day.