She stole the day they left her all of it

She saw the way they took her womb

Without a heart she might get used to it

She comes this way only about once a day

But in that time she moulds your soul like clay

What do you do when you want to get away

She likes to crawl

It don't mean a thing

After all it's only now and then

Should I pick her up to watch her fall again

Might as well get used to it

She wonders why she has no garden now

But how do you weed when only weeds are found

Without a head she might forget it all

Say goodbye to all that was beautiful