All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one.

When I sing, my face changes shape. It feels like my skull changes shape... the bones bend.

I don't really go on what people say so much; I go on their voice. I go on their energy at the time. I go on how close their arms are folded into their chest.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

Lots of time I feel like I don't belong to this place.

All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say theres no one for you, But here is one