I don't know what to think anymore
What is the truth?
What is the lie?
Is it something genuine?
Or is it just being used?
Is that little flower just for show?
Will it's true meaning ever show?
Or is it just amongst the others
Hidden away, blended into the background?
Because it's all true
The tale of the single daisy
In the field of roses
Who would actually pick it?
Someone once did
But grew tired of it
Because it's flaws showed
At all of the angles
They threw it down
Against the ground
Think that eventually
It would be picked back up
And to this day
It hasn't been
Only trampled
By the roses all around
