When you fall in love, you can lose your mind.

Lose the garden and the thoughts of closure,

because flowers can grow, weeds too.

But they can die off rather soon.

And when you’re in love, they never thrive.

Releasing a feeling that’ll never survive.

Because how can you be happy, truly,

if you rely on a person to be?

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts the seeds,

you can grow flowers or you can grow weeds,

but I only ask that you remember,

baby, love doesn’t count if your heart doesn’t bleed.