Daddy, she has your eyes
And when she grins you can only realize
The guilt she manifests so deep inside you
That your thin veneer of catechism can no longer hide
The voice you hear, her secret pain
As she digs the shiv into her placid veins
Now she has your eyes
Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted
But she can't yet realize
Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted
Your ever wayward eyes
Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted
Will be her demise
Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted
You slipped into another, forbidden
Took her for the ride, you've ridden
Hoping to let her deep inside your disdain
What was it that drove your feign
Into another's arms, into another's bed
When all the while your young one waits up in dread
What was it? Was it something she did?
What was it? Was it something she said?
Now she has your eyes
Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted
But she can't yet realize
Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted
Your ever wayward eyes
Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted
Will be her demise
Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted
Popular Culture - Album published by Gabrielle 3 years ago ()
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My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
