Why hello, precious little peony,
What can I help you with today?
Oh I see. You’ve got a little boo-boo on your tushy
Come hither, vent everything to me, you may
Why, little peony, is the world too tough for you?
Perhaps your greenhouse kept you from the cold and from what’s real
Sweet pea, you look so blue
Oh, I see. You’ve invited yourself to my quarters to heal
Why, little peony, of course I’m always happy
I’m no shrub from the tundra but I am a strong little cactus, I’ll say
You can’t see past my silly front so I’m always so carefree, never sappy
Sweet pea, you’ve never lived the real, ugly, merciless world that I have – you’ve never had a real price to pay
Why there, little peony, of course your little ordeal is worth so much drama
This is the most exciting confrontation of your life, after all
But little do you know, I go through the ugliness of poverty and crisis – the actual drama
Little do you know how it feels like to lose it all, then slowly work to death to earn it all
Why, little peony, little do you know that I never had the time to battle emotions
Just bottle it up
Never had the luxury to wallow in sentiments
Just moved on and kept my head up