Eyedea - Bottle Dreams lyrics

Everyone knew she was a special young girl From her neighbors to her teachers Some labeled her prodigy, others called her a genius It was amazing the way she could play the violin It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster This one just so happened to be her father See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playin' touchy-touch And tellin' her to keep it hush It was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust f**ed her head up, sayin' if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us So she'd hide the desire to die But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes Walking around in the only real hell No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid to cry She was too young to even know why (Chorus) And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin' Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tomorrow Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of hope Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink I don't know why but the bottle always sinks She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks She made that violin sing with so much pain You could almost hear her scream through the string vibrations What was once sweet and innocent Is now rotting with the psychotic father Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred Her instrument was her only tongue to express the infinite abuse in it's depth At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weep And with tears rolling down her cheeks she'd pretend she was asleep And when the nightmare was over and the sun dawned it's light She'd retreat to the same place she always did Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live (Chorus) Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long She lost the will to move on Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong Exhausted, but stayin' strong She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make nothing but sad songs Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles Sick of keeping daddy's little secret She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan Only this time no diary or bottle was in her hand Just walkin' herself, away from the hell Not knowin' at the river bottom lied all the cries for help It was weeks before they found her dead body Some fishermen reeled it from the water like something from a detective novel Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed from desperation Cause near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles