Elisa's Memory
Elisa has a little lie in her left eye
Elisa has a little fish she fears will die
Elisa has a little style when she walks alone
Elisa really seems to get by on her own
Elisa doesn't cut the social scene
At 12 she started reading magazines
About the pretty girls she could have been just like
Elisa isn't quite the Beauty Queen
But if she only looked she might have seen
Some other things to think about than all the words that fills her head, like
"You stepped on me
Rejected me,
I'm all alone tonight"
And me, Elisas Memory, I'm tired.
Elisa turns to me for punishment and pain
Ignorig every little piece that could keep her sane
Elisa doesn't see a new friend come
Elisa wears her shell with everyone
She fills me up with words for sad lovesongs
And voices from her mind, saying
"You'll step at me
And laugh at me
And make me run and hide"
And me, Elisa's Memory, I'm all in pieces
Piano interlude
Elisa has a box of sleeping pills
Elisa hasn't quite an iron will
Elisa doesn't think of fear and fills her mouth
She thinks she's gonna be allright
Elisa sees heroics in her plan
She's gonna find the grace she never had
The palest Sleeping Beauty on her bed
And boy, will they respect her when she's dead
So she lets it be
As it screams in me
"I wanna be alive!"
Then me, Elisa's Memory, retires.
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