Picking Daisies
(Daisies)
I see him every day
But words just slip away
His smile's like the sun
But is it just for fun?
He laughs at what I say
But will he ever stay?
Where does his heart belong?
Oh, have I read it wrong?
(Picking Daisies)
He loves me, or he loves me not (loves me not)
A timeless game that I forgot (I forgot)
I pluck the daisy with my hands (my hands)
Could it be love, or just pretend? (just pretend)
I'm in the garden on a whim (on a whim)
And my heart still beats for him (beats for him)
Does he love me, does he not?
Could it be love, or fleeting thought?
I stand here stuck in doubt
Too scared to figure out
If love is on his mind
Or if I'm to be left behind
I wonder what he feels
Is any of this real?
Does he think of me too?
Am I just someone new?
He loves me, or he loves me not
A timeless game that I forgot
I pluck the daisy with my hands
Could it be love, or just pretend?
I'm in the garden on a whim
And my heart still beats for him
Does he love me, does he not?
Could it be love, or fleeting thought?
Maybe it's just a silly game
But my heart still calls his name
One last petal left to fall
And with it comes the truth of all
Picking petals, I now see
His heart was never meant for me
He loves me, he loves me not
A little game that I was taught
A daisy's whisper fades away
But I'll find love another day
I see him every day
But words just slip away
His smile's like the sun
But is it just for fun?
He laughs at what I say
But will he ever stay?
Where does his heart belong?
Oh, have I read it wrong?
(Picking Daisies)
He loves me, or he loves me not (loves me not)
A timeless game that I forgot (I forgot)
I pluck the daisy with my hands (my hands)
Could it be love, or just pretend? (just pretend)
I'm in the garden on a whim (on a whim)
And my heart still beats for him (beats for him)
Does he love me, does he not?
Could it be love, or fleeting thought?
I stand here stuck in doubt
Too scared to figure out
If love is on his mind
Or if I'm to be left behind
I wonder what he feels
Is any of this real?
Does he think of me too?
Am I just someone new?
He loves me, or he loves me not
A timeless game that I forgot
I pluck the daisy with my hands
Could it be love, or just pretend?
I'm in the garden on a whim
And my heart still beats for him
Does he love me, does he not?
Could it be love, or fleeting thought?
Maybe it's just a silly game
But my heart still calls his name
One last petal left to fall
And with it comes the truth of all
Picking petals, I now see
His heart was never meant for me
He loves me, he loves me not
A little game that I was taught
A daisy's whisper fades away
But I'll find love another day
Credits
Writer(s): Rylee Foster
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