David Ramirez
Bloom
So you don't expect me to change
Then why don't you pack your bags and leave
What's the point of falling in love
If one of us thinks it's never gonna come

You may tend your garden but I'll bloom without you
And just like the seasons you're gonna find that I can change to
So don't tell me that you love and put me down

The ones you love are gonna hurt you the worst
Not because you expect too much they just know where to push
Darling you've been pushing me around
Pretty soon my heart's gonna be six feet under ground