Olivia
Olivia is all alone
Throwing pebbles at a granite throne
Olivia can feel their eyes
Walking on a floor of knives
Flowers are still pretty once they're cut
And horrors can live with a touch
Roses are meant to give and not to steal
Olivia do you think you'll ever heal
Olivia takes the soap in hand
And washes her skin til' it's coarse as sand
Olivia wants to forget
But it seems that guilt doesn't work like that
Flowers are still pretty once they're cut
And horrors can live with a touch
Roses are meant to give and not to steal
Olivia do you think you'll ever heal
And will she keep it that all ask
Her mother will kill her once at last
Poison arrows they all say
She packed her bags and went to hell that day
Of course it's her fault just for living
I guess it's a crime to keep existing
She closes her eyes to keep sane
But when she opens them it's all the same
Olivia remembers the day
She would have it any other way
Olivia holds her heart
And counts its beats on a chart
Flowers are still pretty once they're cut
And horrors can live with a touch
Roses are meant to give and not to steal
Olivia do you think you'll ever heal
Throwing pebbles at a granite throne
Olivia can feel their eyes
Walking on a floor of knives
Flowers are still pretty once they're cut
And horrors can live with a touch
Roses are meant to give and not to steal
Olivia do you think you'll ever heal
Olivia takes the soap in hand
And washes her skin til' it's coarse as sand
Olivia wants to forget
But it seems that guilt doesn't work like that
Flowers are still pretty once they're cut
And horrors can live with a touch
Roses are meant to give and not to steal
Olivia do you think you'll ever heal
And will she keep it that all ask
Her mother will kill her once at last
Poison arrows they all say
She packed her bags and went to hell that day
Of course it's her fault just for living
I guess it's a crime to keep existing
She closes her eyes to keep sane
But when she opens them it's all the same
Olivia remembers the day
She would have it any other way
Olivia holds her heart
And counts its beats on a chart
Flowers are still pretty once they're cut
And horrors can live with a touch
Roses are meant to give and not to steal
Olivia do you think you'll ever heal
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Writer(s): Wyatt Lang
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