flower girl

Little azalea and hyacinth flower girl

You've have had many choices 

All the boys or the screaming girls

Stupid girl: 

You always seem to swallow your pride

You always seem to wallow in a fit of turbulence and chaotic wisdom

In time

It only gets better 

You only have to hold the key 

And that is the secret

Oh yes

You can just take it from me 

That is the secret

It took me long to figure out

That happiness is a just a mood

And a state of mind

I can have it if really tried 

I have been so misunderstood

I used to wear my heart 

On my sleeve

Now I wear my wounds like armor

They protect me

I've also grown a thicker skin

And I no longer play the victim

Take the key from me and the recipe is:

Hope

The future no one knows

You can't look back

Get on your toes

You need to keep moving on