And I love you, for keeping me alive

♦ Bell-Weather ♦

I hope to some god that I’d turn 16

Please be free, please be free

Always wish for nightmares instead of dreams

Let me be free, let me be free

Narrator:

Shackled arms, fighting tooth and nail

They say she must’ve drank poison from the holy grail

Given up to comments so snide

Yet…she loves you for keeping her alive?

Never once complained about the pain she got

Never once tried changing her plot

Tried to love the life she was given

Her mind went mad, by death it was driven

Give her a chance she’ll ruin your life

Try to ruin hers and she’ll gladly give you a knife.

Not to the heart, not to the brain

No my dear friend, you'll feel no pain.

She’ll give you a knife, all sharp and pointy

She will ask you to kill her, she’ll say “do it gently.”

As you do, her satin dress filling up with red, 

her mind finally clear and filled with dread

Remembering a promise she made years ago

& a voice in her head singing please don’t go