I think it's crazy;
The way you look at me
Like I'm a rose
When I'm really a daisy.
Why'd you pick me
If I'm supposed to grow?
Now you're gone
And I am wilting away.
Dying slow
In this vase you placed me.
Poisoned by the water I sit in.
Love can be so sweet,
But this is not love..
Or you would've left me alone
To grow.


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