Lost In Her Flowers

I never told anyone about her
Because no matter how much I tried to explain,
only we would understand
Why she chose the path she did
What was she thinking when she hugged me?
Because only we know
I was thinking too much about her.
Only she knows the truth.
Everything is a lie.
Everything is Truth,
either way it doesn't matter
Everything is a lie.
Everything is Truth,
it should be true
I’ve still putting the flowers in the vase
She has gone
No, maybe I left.
I don't we really care
her flowers never lose their color, I wish