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You're not supposed to know of this
You're not supposed to feel a thing
But I've seen how they tear you apart
The alcohol, the cutlery
The words that cripple
And whispers that sting

Little boys and girls erase themselves
With tenderness, yeah, and ease

She stutters steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet

You're worth more
You're more than this to me than you can see
I don't care what the books said, girl
You didn't die in vain

I found you hanging on their words
From the noose you let them
Tie around your neck
It took thirteen years for you
But you count the rest of the aches and pains
And medicines mean nothing
If you can't feel your skin

Little boys and girls
It seems like hell
But worth more than you can take

I know a girl who shares her name
With a guardian
She was a saint

They say she took her life today
But I don't believe a word they say

Don't be ashamed
She was a saint