Lyrics Emilie Autumn

Emilie Autumn

Willow

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 dissention

They're parlor games to me

Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention

You say they never hurt you

No 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