Emilie Autumn - Willow lyrics

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 dissension, they're parlor games to me Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention You say they never hurt you, mo 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