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Emilie Autumn
Willow, weep for me
Bow your tallest tree
Down to the infamous hands
Of someone no one understands
I’m not unique in this
It’s based on none but my mistake
At night I lie awake
Thinking of all the hearts I’d happily break
It’s cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I’m not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don’t love
I only reach for him
Who’s tied to someone else’s glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Willow, weep for me
Don’t think I don’t see
This life I’m living in two
But still it’s something I must do
I’m not unique in this
Nor am I special, sweet or kind
I court a thousand smiles
Yet I keep my own to hide behind
It’s cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I’m not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don’t love
I only reach for him
Who’s tied to someone else’s glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Slander and dissention
They’re parlor games to me
Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention
You say they never hurt you
No consequence, I’m happy
We’re much too far above it all
But oh no, that’s not true
These wicked pastimes take their toll
These tyrant vices break your soul
Deliver me from all I am
And all I never want to be
I love you (Oh willow, willow, willow)
Doubt me not
Rewrite this plot for all to see
And I only write love songs
To those whom I don’t love
I only reach for him
Who’s tied to someone else’s glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Bend your branches to the ground and hold me close
Let me harmonize with all we knew
Share your sympathy and weep for me
Oh, willow, heal the hearts I’ve broken
Make me pure and start my song anew
For I only write love songs
To those whom I don’t love
I only reach for him
Who’s tied to someone else’s glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Bow your tallest tree
Down to the infamous hands
Of someone no one understands
I’m not unique in this
It’s based on none but my mistake
At night I lie awake
Thinking of all the hearts I’d happily break
It’s cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I’m not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don’t love
I only reach for him
Who’s tied to someone else’s glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Willow, weep for me
Don’t think I don’t see
This life I’m living in two
But still it’s something I must do
I’m not unique in this
Nor am I special, sweet or kind
I court a thousand smiles
Yet I keep my own to hide behind
It’s cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I’m not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don’t love
I only reach for him
Who’s tied to someone else’s glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Slander and dissention
They’re parlor games to me
Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention
You say they never hurt you
No consequence, I’m happy
We’re much too far above it all
But oh no, that’s not true
These wicked pastimes take their toll
These tyrant vices break your soul
Deliver me from all I am
And all I never want to be
I love you (Oh willow, willow, willow)
Doubt me not
Rewrite this plot for all to see
And I only write love songs
To those whom I don’t love
I only reach for him
Who’s tied to someone else’s glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Bend your branches to the ground and hold me close
Let me harmonize with all we knew
Share your sympathy and weep for me
Oh, willow, heal the hearts I’ve broken
Make me pure and start my song anew
For I only write love songs
To those whom I don’t love
I only reach for him
Who’s tied to someone else’s glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
