Everything, your sight begins to get hazy.
As you lie there dying upon the daisies.
Then you go, stop breathing.
It takes me back to a memory.
A memory when we used to care.
Back in time when love was fair.
When lying and cheating was never known.
When married couples never felt alone.
Now your dying on the ground.
With the daises all around.
Surrounding you until your end.
But soon under them you'll be sent.
Her eyes are now burning with a fury.
As she stands in front of you with no worry.
She found out how you were untrue.
Now she has another bullet towards you.
Watching as they set you down.
Putting you in the soil brown.
Somehow I feel no grief.
As they lower you down beneath.
Thinking back now to your death.
And how you took your last breath.
That moment in time now seems hazy.
As I, on your grave, lay down daises. -
