My flower would not unfold, always waiting for some sunnier day
Quiet and patient, but afraid and hidden away
And the awful truth's been told, matter of fact
And I can't take it back and I wouldn't want to
Or at least that's what I say
Will you come out now?
Now that it's too late for me to be in on the scene
I hurt you bad, but you know you're a dream

Do you want success, oh yeah
Through somebody else, oh no no no no
So go start over, it's been a time since you've had to
Do you got your own thing? yeah
What you want to do for now:stop taking everything back
It confronts you just lying down
Will you come out now?
Who would you do it for, unlucky charm, beautiful collapsing star?
Who would it be?
Why wasn't it me?