I keep trying to sort out my own thoughts...

I keep trying to sort out my own thoughts,

Keep forgetting those forget-me-nots.

The weather is sunny outside,

But it's raining in my anxious mind.

Yes, I've died a thousand times,

I was lying with mysterious lies.

Ask me what I want and you won't

Get an answer, 'cause I finally lost my hope.

You're going to ask me again if I agree.

I'm not worthy of you, don't you see?

And we will be both sorrowful and confused.

So, the best choice for us is to refuse.