Run, run Through the woods | |
Talking branches will retrace you ? | |
Father, come and see | |
I'm old enough to fight to my own death | |
I'm not afraid, i've grown | |
I'm not your girl no more | |
Lie beneath a floor | |
A winding sheet for warms and comfort | |
Father, come and see | |
I'm old enough to lift the gravity | |
I'm not your frayed-haired girl | |
I'm not your golden boy |