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Where the Sun Doesn't Shine and the Flowers Don't Grow
They say she's crazy,
A little lost and completely mad,
They say she's strange,
A little loopy and completely deranged,
But little did they know of the secrets that she hides,
Somewhere deep inside where the sun doesn't shine and the flowers don't grow.
They say she's courageous,
A little bit stupid and brave,
They say she's got a song,
A little tune and a melody,
But what they don't know is the songs she sings are broken,
And kept somewhere deep inside where the sun doesn't shine and the flowers don't grow.
They say she's kind,
A little bit friendly and ubber shy,
Thery say she's gorgeous,
A little flaw but otherwise perfect,
But what they don't know is she hides under masks,
Brought up from somewhere deep inside where the sun doesn't shine and the flowers don't grow.
They say she's smart,
A little naive and yet quite helpful,
They say she's beautiful,
But its hard for her to believe,
She's always struggled with low self-esteem,
Always wondering is she enough?
She's always struggled with being a little insane,
Always bringing itself up at the worst times,
She's always struggled with being herself and feeling comfortable in her own skin,
Always comparing herself to the other girls:
"I'm not skinny, pretty, cute enough," she'd always say,
"I'm not perfect, smart, or funny enough," she'd cry.
But darling you are enough.
"You're skinny enough,
You're more than pretty enough,
You're more than cute, you're adorable enough,
They'd always say.
"You're perfect and quirky,
You're so smart,
And you're funnier than all hell if you ask me,"
They'd always say.
And every now and then she'd find herself to open herself up,
And reduce her fears,
She began to feel like any other,
As her fears began to drown,
After her doubts became nothing,
And her insecurities begin to fade.
The things she hid so deep down inisde were coming alive after such a long winter.
The Sun is Shining and the Flowers Do Grow... all because of you.