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Willow

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