All shriviled up
on top of the garbage
the daisy lies.
Like a tear that has fallen into the puddle.
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me.
Whats left?
You've gotten everything now.
Theres just an outter shell of what the daisy onve had.
As her beauty quickly fades.
You no longer have the disire to keep her. She lies all shriveled up
on top of the garbage reality hits like a broken vase.
Its hard listening to those
dreadful words