Sometimes I Stumble, Often I Recover

She hears me whisper from a world away
About roses and a line I cannot say.
She is choosing her words carefully,
How cute...

Deep inside, I am a little nervous though,
Because this is everything I know
About the fickle love that I show.
How ugly...

But how do I change if that's all I got?
It's me to accept like it or not.
Oh, she's listening - I forgot.
How cute...