Flower Crown

[Intro, romantic sounds and vocalization]

In the quiet corners of my weeping mind,

Where lovers' whispers fade to heartache sighs,

I gather every tear that fell, like petals from the skies.

Each heartbreak hyacinth, a fragile bloom,

Pressed between my palms like a gem of doom,

A garden grown from loneliness and silent gloom.

Rejection carved its name so deep, left my skin all torn,

From unrequited love sharp and bitter like a thorn,

But from the ashes of my pain, a crown of flowers will be born.

I may be the loneliest girl in town,

But at least I have the prettiest flower crown

And most stunning dress of teardrops like a designer gown,

On my throne of heartbreak which in broken dreams is drowned.

But I'm sitting proudly on it, won't bow down,

While I wear my pretty flower crown.

Oh, I may cry, but watch me reign supreme,

Over my heartache Empire of broken dreams.

And don't you dare giving me the blame,

For I swear it upon my royal, floral name:

I have so much love to give,

So many lives I want to live,

And countless stories I would love to write,

If only I finally found my Mister Right.

Dreams of love that slipped like sand and haze

Through my fingers’ desperately tight embrace,

Yet I trace their shadows softly, like a lover’s face.

Each memory a fragile petal, trembling in the night,

Woven into my crown of blooming stars tonight,

A tapestry of teardrops, like diamonds in the light.

Rejection carved its name so deep, left my skin all torn,

From unrequited love sharp and bitter like a thorn,

But from the ashes of my pain, a crown of flowers will be born.

I may be the loneliest girl in town,

But at least I have the prettiest flower crown

And most stunning dress of teardrops like a designer gown,

On my throne of heartbreak which in broken dreams is drowned.

But I'm sitting proudly on it, won't bow down,

While I wear my pretty flower crown.

Oh, I may cry, but watch me reign supreme,

Over my heartache Empire of broken dreams.

And don't you dare giving me the blame,

For I swear it upon my royal, floral name:

I have so much love to give,

So many lives I want to live,

And countless stories I would love to write,

If only I finally found my Mister Right.

So here I stand, a queen alone, a queen unseen,

In petals of my past, my strength is all I have and all I've been.

My flower crown shines in the moonlit gleam,

A reign in search of love beyond the dream.

In sorrow’s bloom, a promise sworn,

That beauty thrives where souls are torn.

I may be the loneliest girl in town,

But at least I have the prettiest flower crown.

And most stunning dress of teardrops like a designer gown,

On my throne of heartbreak which in broken dreams is drowned.

But I'm sitting proudly on it, won't bow down,

While I wear my pretty flower crown.

Oh, I may cry, but watch me reign supreme,

Over my heartache Empire of broken dreams.

The loneliest girl in town,

But with a pretty flower crown.