As long as I stand, to face the crowd Know my name, to know it's sound It's good to be soft when they push you down Oh God, turn me into flour It always takes me, such a curse to be so hard Shatter easily and can't pick up all those shards It's the curse of losing yourself when the mirror takes you too far Oh God, turn me into flour Oh God, turn me into flour You see the reflection, you want it more than the truth You yearn to be that dream you could never get to Cause the person on the other side has always just been you Oh God, turn me into a flower Oh God, turn me into a flower Oh God, turn me into a flower Oh God, turn me into a flower Oh God, turn me into a flower Oh God, turn me into a flower Oh God, turn me into a flower Oh God, turn me into a flower Oh God, turn me into a flower