Story Behind The Song

This is the third piece I've written, though it's evolved a lot from its original version. It explores the internal battle to stay true to yourself while facing the outside world's pressure to be someone you're not.

Song Description

Explores the quiet ache of perfectionism and the suffocating beauty of hiding one's true self behind a flawless facade. Through vivid imagery of roses and violets, it reflects on repression, conformity, and the courage to bloom authentically in a world obsessed with appearances.

Lyrics

Roses are red, violets are blue. I play it cool, but so do you. Smile on my face, traded depth for perfection. The world wants perfect, so I pretend... For how long, to what end? The more cracks form, the more I have to hide. Have you seen blood that vivid red, Like thoughts that scream inside your head? Suffocation, dressed as silence. Peaceful face, quiet violet violence. I don't digress, I just repress. Do roses still bloom under pressure to impress? Easier to fade in a crowd of bouquet, Than face the glaring rays for standing out. Hiding from judgment to dodge the violet hue, Indifference is light, so easy to hold, Better numb than feel truth's toll. Roses are red, violets are blue. Beautiful, yet never at peace. The world wants perfect, but the weight wears thin. I'm smiling while constricting within. The doubts, the fear... like acid, they sear. Will expectations be all that remains? Just echoes in my hollow frame? Roses are red, violets are blue... I keep reaching, a symbol everyone plucks, yet I fail to grasp. The world wants perfect, so my uniqueness failed the cut. I won't conform, I can't, after so many tries. I'm not a rose, yet I still bleed vivid red. The haunting violet blue stalks, suffocates, And leaves only dread. I'll create my own path, maybe I'll grow a garden too, Still take solace in the view. In a world shaming the awkward and flawed, I wear my scars among the false. I bloom where they never thought to look at all.