run, run
through the woods
talking branches will retrace you?
father, come and see
i'm old enough to fight to my own d**h
i'm not afraid, i've grown
i'm not your girl no more
lie beneath a floor
a winding sheet for warms and comfort
father, come and see
i'm old enough to lift the gravity
i'm not your frayed-haired girl
i'm not your golden boy