It was a blind winter when headed off, written on her head was: Failure to conform
She had her left hand upon a stick, but she'd had enough, so she threw away her one way home.
She said, I'm just another girl who wants to know, just where you think it's written down... This way that we should go?
She said, I'm just another girl who wants to know, just where you think it's written down... This way that we should go?
It was a black, winter night as she stumbled on and with every step, grew closer to the ground.
She knew her one chance of living on was to strip away all the colours that were casting her astray.
She said, I'm just another girl who wants to know, just where you think it's written down... This way that we should go?
She said, I'm just another girl who wants to know, just where you think it's written down... This way that we should go?
So with a fever of 43, she surrendered there, ready for the world to take her as their own.
But as she lay there, the people stared as they carried on.
Feeling terrified of her stripped to the bone.
She said, I'm just another girl who wants to know, just where you think it's written down... This way that we should go?
She said, I'm just another girl who wants to know, just where you think it's written down... This way that we should go?