Scarred by the devil with pock mark on cheek
She sang like an angel with voice that would never keep
And I mourn for her when her spirit rise
And I don't want to go home
Pretty and peculiar, she glowed when dawn turned dusk
The light gave off a buzz and the buzz it gave off sparks
And I watched for crying but her eyes were dry
And I don't want to go home
The day before Christmas, her dear daddy took flight
She didn't bat her lashes as he walked into the night
She screams for no one because no one is alone
And I don't want to go home
I weep without thinking, I quiver at a touch
I will never be her, I wasn't built that tough
She talks without speaking and I don't talk at all
Oh, when I'm this alone, oh I don't want to go home
History repeats and brings me to my knees
Over my shoulder she's older and older and I'm just a little girl.