Pink Flower Daisy Chainsaw

Wish, wish I could be the real thing, real thing
There'd be no put down

Walk around as if you know it's true
If you knew I'd be soon cut down
Cut down, cut down

Poor pink flower, poor pink flower

Nervously I hold onto my chair
Here the air is not so certain
I am waiting for the sun to rise
My, oh my it looks so searing
Ragged
Laughing

I would flower
I would flower if I would

Lovely people go on by my dreams
I'm so green, I shake in my shoes
Hoped I'd die, I'd die before I'm old
But poor and old I'd wish on no one
No one, no one

Brave pink flower
Brave pink flower