Seven was her lucky number

Before she met you

She was a spunky girl, a bummer, a hand-drummer

And she loved you

She had long hair

She was never all there

If you look away, you'll miss her

Sometimes she wants to be free

You've just gotta let her be

Don't fear her or forget her

CHORUS

Please, please, little girls

Don't run away from your fears

Please, please little girls

You are running to a place you'll never get to

They promised her it wouldn't matter

She'd rather have it never be

Don't think about it

Don't talk to me

I can't breath

What is she to you?

A talker, a night stalker

Her door is closed

Our eyes wide open

What a scene

She just wants to scream

“How can this thing happen to me?”

So clear and I can barely see

She is still the same

Everything has changed

And no one even knows it

CHORUS

Beautiful and misdirected

Overprotected

She was still affected

Easily confused

A drinker, an over thinker

Always her own muse

CHORUS X2

Don't you run away