Posted by admin on 11th April 2011 in Rock Lyrics

She carries a suitcase of broken things

These are the reasons   for her sufferings

She got a phone, but don’t bother to call

She says it hides the eyes, makes it easy to lie

She says the little white pills, keep the voices still


She hums lullaby’s

she makes wishes

She only smiles when she’s asleep

she believes in angels too

An angel that’s grown old

Go back to sleep

Go back to sleep for awhile

Go back to sleep

She says she’s late, but she got no-where to go

She says she’ll see you later, but you know she’ll never show

She always says it’s about to rain

But theres not a cloud in the sky

She said she can’t dream anymore

Who’d wanna remember closing doors

She says she don’t need no money

She’s got everything she needs

What she don’t have

Well it’s just as well

She said she wanted to call me

But she knew I’d ask how’d she’d been

She hopes today her prayers will be heard

And time will take her far far far away


Written by Jill Lovato
© Jill Lovato 2010

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