I was never chosen, so in a garden full of flowers, I became a red rose and covered my
Whole being with thorns, sharpened them from dust till dawn
I figured if I was in first choice, I wouldn't become a plaything either, so I became Annabelle
And whilst they played with the Barbies, they feared me
I held on to the hope that my time would come, as the dust collected on my porcelain skin
And as my clothes wore out, and you came
You saw the beauty in the lonely little flower, standing in the middle of.