Beautiful bad Flower

Oh I see, I see a flower girl with Daddy like childhood trauma Yes I will go to my màma through your mama Telling her of our keyboard word drama I guess she won't only change your diaper She would change today's dinner for manners See how perfect you wear this childhood trauma on your sleeves Like a farmers' favourite shirt used as banner made of leaves Go heal, go heal Who seem bad at talking to men like one does with Dada? Go heal , go heal I guess you will learn to see beauty in all things, beautiful dark Tata Only then will eyes learn to see and the heart feel a little bit better.