I'm hiding amoungst the flowers, where I'll while away the hours
I can hear them screaming, I wish I was dreaming
My life is like this bud here, not happy nor sad
Neither hideous nor beautiful, never good nor bad
My life has thorns, they make me bleed, they slash my wrists and face
And these vines are so much like arms that wrap around my waist
I want a man to pick a flower and put it behind my ear
I want him to understand what will happen very near
My dad will lash out to her my mom will crash on the ground
And soon my little baby self will be nowhere to be found
So let this little child be little yet still brave
Dont let my little character ever leave or fade
I want to hold you in my arms I want to see you now
So leave me with my flowers on this cold and damp ground
