And I love you, for keeping me alive
♦ Bell-Weather ♦
♦ 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