You have to be careful because I’m a delicate little flower If you raise your voice I’ll probably cry And my petals will get torn Because the sound of your voice holds a gale force wind And my hands are too weak to hold on
If I cry that must mean I’m weak right? Because that’s what crying is it’s weakness leaking out of my eyes And causing my hands to shake with every breath I push out of my body and every word that comes from my trembling lips sounds like a whisper.
Speaking of whisper you have to be quiet too All of your words to me must sound like a soft hum Because as soon as I hear storm clouds come from your mouth The rain will come from my eyes and fall to ground at my feet
I can feel the rumble of your voice beneath me And it makes my heart pound in my ears It’s all too loud for a scared little rabbit like me
If I run away that must mean I don’t have the strength to face anything I probably fall apart like the Faberge egg I crushed in my hand from Pierre one Imports when I was a kid (it was an accident) and there’s no way to put me or that egg back together.
Because we are both so damn fragile that one angry glare can cause a crack in me and break everything that I am
I am fragile but I have glue to put myself back together whenever I need to
I cry but I will not let the tears stop me from letting my voice be heard
I can hear thunder in the distance and stand my ground
I am sensitive but I am not weak
Even something as delicate as a flower has thorns