Envy on the Coast
"...Because All Suffering Is Sweet to Me..."

You're not supposed to know of this
You're not supposed to feel a thing
But I've seen how they tear you apart
The alcohol, the cutlery
The words that cripple and whispers that sting
Little boys and girls who raised themselves with tenderness and age

She stutter steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet
You're worth more than this to me
You're worth more than you can see
I don't care what the book said girl
You didn't die in vain

I found you hanging on their words
From the noose you let them tie round your neck
It took thirteen years from you
But you kept the rest
And the aches and pains and medicine
Mean nothing if you can't feel your skin
Little boys and girls this seems like hell
But you're worth more than you can take

She stutter steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet
You're worth more than this to me
You're worth more than you can see
I don't care what the book said girl
You didn't die in vain

I know a girl who shares her name
With a gaurdian
She was a saint, she was a saint

She stutter steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet

Cuz I know a girl who shares her name
With a gaurdian
Don't be ashamed, she was a saint