I am a daisy,
and you were the gardner,
you picked me up one day,
and you called me your partner.
Picked me fresh from the lot,
I was your favorite one,
you held me dear to your heart,
you nourished me, you were my sun.
But time doesn\'t stop,
days and days going by,
you told me I was still pretty,
even when I was withered and dry.
But you began to tire of me,
that part was painfully true,
you still told me I was your favorite,
but the distance still grew.
Then the very next day,
you went to the garden and froze,
you dropped me right on the spot,
for the companionship of a new rose.