How do I know,
How much value do I have,
For you to acknowledge my worth?

First we became friends,
Now lovers.
I don't want this to end,
For us to become strangers.

Is lying to me that easy?

Why did you lie?

I guess you're far from me now.

I saw a daisy flower that grew under your eyes.
Each time you cry, they bloom too.
Should you let it grow? That flower that is once a seed?
Or let it turn into a daisy flower that makes you want to cede?
I thought it was charming, that flower.
You kept it growing, didn't let it wither.
There should be no reason for that flower,
To attract you to thither.
Your tears let it grow.
The seed you had in you.
Since then, no smile on your face had shown.

I am afraid of little changes
Afraid that you will get addicted to it,
To the changes.
I am afraid, not on myself
But on behalf of you,
Afraid of your little changes.
That one day, you'll turn into a different person.
Can I still keep up with you and go on?
Don't lose yourself,
Don't get addicted,
I know changes can be good or bad,
But I am afraid of it for you.
You didn't ask me anything in return,
But I am afraid of you being addicted,
To that. The changes, and the reasons coming from it.