Strayed down the garden path Scattered like daisies Picking up all of the pieces Broken dreams always fly homeward For the last waltz He loves me, he loves me not See how the willow weeps The garden is covered with rue Someday the red rose will flourish In the end, are you True or false, to yourself Strayed down the garden path Scattered forget-me-nots Picking up all of the pieces Broken dreams always fly homeward For the last waltz Are you true or false, to yourself?