As long as I stand
To face the crowd
To know my name
To know its sound
It's good to be soft when they push you down
Oh, God, turn me into a flower

It always takes me
Such a curse to be so hard
You shatter easily and can't pick up all those shards
It's the curse of losing yourself
When the mirror takes you too far
Oh, God, turn me into a flower

You see the reflection
And you want it more than the truth
You yearn to be that dream you could never get to
'Cause the person on the other side has always just been you
Oh, God, turn me into a flower

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