She Is

She falls into my arms and latches,
To my fingers.
Her life's the saddest song and yet they,
Always sing hers.
They sing her song.

CHORUS: I want to protect her,
	From all of her nightmares.
	Why can't you respect her,
	Why do you bring cold stares.
	How could you blame her, the victim,
	You're more guilty than she is,
	She is innocent. (innocent)

Her memories lead her to believe,
She is worthless.
She will not argue if she thinks,
It would hurt less.
Silence hurts her less.

(CHORUS)

Through all my observations
Life is getting tougher.
Just throw me off a cliff,
I'd rather be a virgin sacrafice than see her suffer. (suffering)

She hides in a dark corner and,
Starts her bawling.
She began at the bottom and,
Now is falling.
She's falling deeper.

(CHORUS)

You will never understand,
Why she clutches to my hand,
Because you can't see her for who,
She is...she is...she is.

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Written by Esther Mathison, all rights reserved