Who's Gonna Buy Me Flowers?

I'm a sassy wench
Observing from this
Cold park bench
Watching the blooms
The romantic flumes
Fill all the heart raking rooms
With a cynical eye
I watch the lover's sigh
A bouquet of love

I watch her shy smile
Her gentle shove
Head dipping to his shoulder
And I feel sick
As if I'm becoming
Suddenly older

My eyes glued
To the scene played out
Before me
A whisper
Of folly
Who's gonna buy me flowers
To part all the
Spring storms and showers
Who's gonna bypass
All my cynical contrast
Who's gonna dare
To surprise me
Without care
Who's gonna look past
My story
With all its gory glory
Who's gonna see the girl inside
The one I desperately hide
The pigtailed girl
Who just wants
To feel
On top of the world