Love Me (Not?)

I cannot continue to keep score,
Of whether or not she loves me,
The petals are scattered on the floor.

I plucked so many, my fingers are sore,
but the future retains its mystery;
I cannot continue to keep score,

Or count on ever managing to soar
Above it all when less than happy,
The petals are scattered on the floor;

Avoiding her, I try once more
To complete counting each entire daisy,
But I cannot continue to keep score,

Flowers fall, I am lost and poor,
Was it my fault? Not entirely,
The petals are scattered on the floor

My fears are right; I'm such the whore
to trade my soul for such as she;
I cannot continue to keep score,
The petals are scattered on the floor.