She had another bad day
Mom and Dad had another fight
He bruised her up again
They left her again
She has no friends
She heads for the bed, lifts the pillow
On the handle is carved "Willow"
She rolls up her sleeve
Cut. Cut. Cut.
She starts to dry-heave
Bites her lip, forgets the pain
Willow wispers, "No pain, no gain."
No pain, no gain
Drip. Drip. Drip
Blood dripping down to her hips
But next she moves to her throat
She can't take life anymore
There must be something more
Where she hasnt looked
The same thought she got
When she first smoked
But what is there?
Suddenly there's a feeling in the air
He's wrapped her in His love
His undying love
She drops the knife
She's been given new life
She sees the book on her dresser
A book that could save her
She reads it by the window
And writes inside, "Willow"
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
She had another bad day
Mom and Dad had another fight
He bruised her up again
They left her again
She has no friends
She heads for the bed, lifts the pillow
On the handle is carved "Willow"
She rolls up her sleeve
Cut. Cut. Cut.
She starts to dry-heave
Bites her lip, forgets the pain
Willow wispers, "No pain, no gain."
No pain, no gain
Drip. Drip. Drip
Blood dripping down to her hips
But next she moves to her throat
She can't take life anymore
There must be something more
Where she hasnt looked
The same thought she got
When she first smoked
But what is there?
Suddenly there's a feeling in the air
He's wrapped her in His love
His undying love
She drops the knife
She's been given new life
She sees the book on her dresser
A book that could save her
She reads it by the window
And writes inside, "Willow"
