Anyone but Me

I find it crazy To think that I once loved you. Oh, little daisy, Who bleached my view of you? Was it a romance burnout? Maybe fear of what will turn out? Was it the pain in mystical time That made me aware of my crime? No, it was your messy symphony, Which at last led to my epiphany. You were wrong from the get-go, Now all I hear is an echo Of voices screaming from my insides, How I was never in your key rides. Oh, so afraid to be loved, You might wake up in blood, But now you’re trying to see Love in anyone but me.