< Despite what this may look like, it's not another song about a suicide. It's about determination...And that sort of stuff... Good stuff... You know, hard workers... >
Frowned on,
Looked down on,
Turned away.
She was young,
A reckless one,
Had to have her way.
When the world keeps crying no,
No,
When there's nowhere left to go,
Oh,
It's up to ones like these,
'Cause that's what freedom means.
Cookies,
Door to door,
Looking for,
Someone young,
A reckless one,
To help[ her get her way.
When the world keeps crying no,
No,
When there's nowhere left to go,
Oh,
It's up to ones like these,
'Cause that's what freedom means.
Rag doll,
Dusty hall,
Look away.
She felt old,
Tired and cold,
But still reckless and young,Still looking for a way.
When the world keeps crying no,
No,
When there's nowhere left to go,
Oh,
It's up to ones like these,
'Cause that's what freedom means.
Sharp knife,
A hard life,
A long day.
She died young,
The reckless one,
Who saw no other way.
When the world keeps crying no,
No,
When there's nowhere left to go,
Oh,
It's up to ones like these,
'Cause that's what freedom means.
Brother,
Still works hard,
Fights the tears,
For a sister young,
A reckless one,
Who thought she was in the way.
When the world keeps crying no,
No,
When there's nowhere left to go,
Oh,
It's up to ones like these,
'Cause that's what freedom means.
So what is that bit about the knife if this isn't a suicide? Just saying that she was really smart (sharp)? or what?
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ReplyDeleteNo, that's not what I meant.
If the song doesn't make sense I can edit it.
actually, maybe i can explain it this way:
ReplyDeleteit's not about how she died, but how they lived. like easter is about the ressurection; not the death. does that make sense?