She could never be his. It was his fault, and he knew it.

A simple dream.

Within his drawer, a red chocolate wrapping lays hidden.

She came with a smile, a mystery, a riddle I didn’t know how to solve. But then again, she said you don’t have to solve it.

She isn't a lot of things, but I'm certain she falls from the sky. But you see, the rain doesn't need poppyfield the way poppyfield needs the rain.