Last Petal - cover

Don’t ask a flower for the truth if you’re not ready to receive it. Every petal knows a secret… but how much truth can one flower hold? [Verse 1] I grew where the early morning left its cold upon the leaves, a little crown of white above the ground, an innocent thing that still believed. I had never heard the question that tears a living flower apart. Then you came with trembling fingers and a heavy, aching heart: “Does he truly love me? Or does he only play the part?” [Pre-Chorus] Not every flower is decoration, not every flower stays silent when it knows. Sometimes the lightest, smallest petal bears the heaviest truth of all. [Pause] With burning lips, you whispered: “Give me an answer now.” [Chorus He loves me — he loves me not, you say, while tearing me apart. He loves me — he loves me not, and I am dying in your eyes. Don’t ask me what is in his heart, don’t make me carry what is true. Before you ever find your answer, there’ll be nothing left of me for you. He loves me — he loves me not, the final petal starts to fall. He loves me — he loves me not, love asks too much of us all. [Verse 2] You will count your every heartbeat, I will count each wound and tear. Every hope that rises in you leaves me naked, disappearing here. I’m not an oracle from the garden, I’m not a little game you play. I have a fragile heart of white, though no one asks me what I’d say. And when nothing but the stem remains and the earth receives my voice, maybe then you’ll understand, girl: love is more than fate or choice. It is not a sum of petals, not a simple “yes” or “no.” Love does not live in the answer — it lives in the one who will not go. [Bridge Maybe it was better not to know, to let your fragile hope survive. For whoever tears love into pieces may be left with no one by their side. Maybe feeling has no answer, doesn’t fit in “yes” or “no.” And the final petal falls down to the earth — ending nothing but the life I know. [Final Chorus He loves me… he loves me not… with the final petal, you take me away. He loves me… he loves me not… now you know the answer — but what did you gain? Don’t ask a flower what another heart conceals. When you learn the truth, I will no longer be here. He loves me… he loves me not… he loves me… he loves me not… [Outro – soft] Don’t ask a flower for the truth… Ask yourself if you still want to know.