(Straight Jacket) I Believe in Flowers

Where I stand, It’s my choice
It’s where I chose to use my voice
I don’t care if you don’t understand.
It’s all my hate, I think ingrained
Used to be a fool Now self-restrained.

I used to believe love gave me a chance
Until you gave me a glance
Like a leaf on a tree
Dreaming flowery memories
Of red fingernails and black grease
Too good to be true
In a butterfly breeze

I don’t know, did I explain
To live with hurt we learn to hate
I don’t believe you know what you’re saying
I don’t know if you’re praying
To your gods in contempt of others
I have seen other lovers
Still I believe in flowers.
Still I believe in f-lovers.