You May Do What You Like - Pleasantries

There really is no «right»

You may do what you like

In my eyes you’ll always be fine

In my eyes you’ll always be mine

Will my love be your roots or your flowers too?

You must grow away, high away then hide away

Or stay

There’s an absence of strength as you become what you want to

Wherever you grow, your love comes up from your roots

This love has been our roots