Inside The Broken

Sunflower

Rose girls in glass vasesPerfect bodies, perfect facesThey all belong in magazinesThose girls the boys are chasingWinning all the games they're playingThey're always in a different leagueStretching toward the sky like I don't careWishing you could see me standing thereBut I'm a sunflower, a little funnyIf I were a rose, maybe you'd want meIf I could, I'd change overnightI'd turn into something you'd likeBut I'm a sunflower, a little funnyIf I were a rose, maybe you'd pick meBut I know you don't have a clueThis sunflower's waiting for you, waiting for youNo thorns in this dimensionHiding this fear of rejectionThis high I've never felt so smallNot used to this attentionPermanently in suspensionI wish I didn't care at allStretching toward the sky like I don't careWishing you could see me standing thereBut I'm a sunflower, a little funnyIf I were a rose, maybe you'd want meIf I could, I'd change overnightI'd turn into something you'd likeBut I'm a sunflower, a little funnyIf I were a rose, maybe you'd pick meBut I know you don't have a clueThis sunflowers waiting for you, waiting for youBut I'm a sunflower, a little funnyIf I were a rose, maybe you'd pick meBut I know you don't have a clueThis sunflowers waiting for you, waiting for you