Willow Lyrics - Emilie Autumn

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