I would be lying if I told you death wasn't an option We can choose it everyday And most days i argue On what the best course of action might be Between Berlin walls and burlesque dreams My heart has decided it's mind Into suicide flower arrangements Multiplying in hope that one of them might be better Becoming a stem grown mistake Leaf to sky Praying to the god we call heaven And the clouds we call hope Make me pretty Show the world my worth Allow the tender fabric surrounding my inners to bring joy Break my roots in a wish that maybe the ground can remind me from where i once came That this earth returns us to form Not the other way around Eradicate the suffering so commonly accepted as the present