In a multiple number of whitewashed rooms

There grow some sweet shaded blooms

Even if they aren't taken care of, they still grow

They seem to fill the whole room with a mystical glow

Young girls whisper their diary to the blooms at night

Afraid to bring their troubles to sight

But the sweet blooms take them and accept them

Bring out happy scents, sew a brighter hem

Made of stars around the girls' waists, make them their princess

Don't feel bad, don't cry, don't hurt yourself

The blooms can take your pain, please, you are your own self

You can be your own beautiful star, don't turn back

Inhale the scent of the sweet scented blooms

Feel your heart fix its crack

In these dark, bland rooms

Our dreams are our sweet scented blooms

You're my star, waiting for me, my lovely bloom

Waiting for me when I close the door of my room

Let me dream of you, inhale your scent, and stop my crying

I'm beautiful, I've had enough of all this lying

I won't feel bad, I won't cry, I won't hurt myself

The blooms took my pain, I am my own self

I am my own beautiful star, I'll never turn back

I've deeply inhaled the scent of the sweet scented blooms

I've happily felt my heart fix its crack

In my now brightly lit up room

My dream is a beautifully sweet scented bloom

Somewhere else, another bloom is born

Come and smell it whenever you mourn

If you stay you, we can all be stars and light up this dark world

Look at these others, they were sharply hurled

Into a thorny state they don't like, complain all day

Then go back to the same repressive land and feel the same way

Over and over again, people are being fed compressed and repackaged lies

Believing that the ugly lies are dreams, they're beautiful to their eyes

But they need to know that they're wrong, the lies are just part of the system

Put in place by people that are higher, I just want to ruin them

How dare they assign dreams to others

They aren't their family or mothers

Follow your own dreams

By all means

I'll teach them not to feel bad, not to cry, not to hurt themselves

I'll tell the blooms to take their pain, they are their own selves

As much as they don't believe me, they are their own beautiful star, and they won't turn back

Into them I'll insert the scent of the sweet scented blooms

In their slowly brightening room

Their dreams shine together, brighter than a sweet scented bloom

I want to be with all of you to protect you, because you are important

While the reasons why I should are scant

I'll fly to you, grow your sweet shaded bloom

Daring, beautiful, sweet, all your true traits fill your room

Stay bright, like a star, because my love flows through you

As we withdraw into our own spotlight

The scent of the sweet shaded blooms clash and have a fight

We weren't meant, yet, to succeed

Now there's nothing else we need

They'll wither and fade away

Until a hard day

They'll return, we don't need to cry, feel bad, or hurt ourselves

Until our last day, we are our own selves

We've been our own beautiful stars, and we haven't turned back

We inhale the scent one last time, our heart fixes its crack

In our room that is disappearing into death's gloom

We breathe in, for the last time, the scent of our own sweet shaded bloom

We are our own stars

Together, we can make constellations

Our beauty can be seen throughout the nations

Because of the sweet shaded blooms

Dreams, forged in dark and lonely rooms