All you see are marks
Not the reason behind
You think that I'm proud
While I'm crying inside
Why would I want attention
By inflicting pain on me
It's not fun, it's not games
But a million thorns on my rose petal skin
Now I'm maimed
My beautiful girl
Oh my beautiful miracle baby
I cried when I heard those words
But it was from Georgia to Ginny
Give me your pain
Give it to me all
I can handle it
I wish someone was there
Not to take it away
Not to share it
But to help me, piece myself together
Because I'm breaking down
Everyday
And each day, it's becoming even more difficult
Shush my little baby
I'll buy you a mockingbird
I sleep
As I say again and again
Shush little baby
Don't cry
They will only wry
Hush little baby
Put your wounded hand, across your crucified heart
And go to sleep
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