"My mind, it can be a scary place at times

So I hide under the bed and close all the blinds

And I cry

And I cry

Waste the day away, so I turn on the lights 

And I search for a sign or a rhyme or a reason

Why I'm unsteady as the seasons

Cause flowers, don't grow without the rain

And goodness, don't grow without the pain

Flowers, don't grow without the rain

Goodness, don't grow without the pain"

-Misterwives