He chased me all the way to lonely, now I can't go back. Doesn't matter what he says, my bags already packed.

He spewed words once of sincerity, but they've now begun to rot. Seems to have been left beside, the actions he forgot.

He held me close and intimate, deceiving me with lies. Shedding masks from his face, each revealing a different surprise.

He bought me pretty flowers, that will soon wither and decay. So I'm pulling out your petals, hoping for a sign just to stay.

He said he loved me and meant it, at least that's what I thought. Dead daisies lay around me, he loves me, he loves me not.