The girl

She says she's going to a place
where she doesn't need a suitcase
A place where she doesn't have to lie
about the bruises that she hides

She says she doesn't need to live
that no one would care where she'd gone
says she has no one to forgive
that shes going to a place where she belongs

She stands with a gun to her head
says she knows why Jesus bled
she stands there, a broken child
her imagination going wild

In one quick moment, one quick flash
her world tumbles down in a crash
She never knew, she never could
and now forever, she never would.