mary was
catefrances
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mary was a friend of mine
she lived in the house next door
when the yelling started
she'd climb the old oak tree
crawl along the branches
and drop in through my window
i'd hold her and comfort her
and stroke her hair
while she thought of ways to die
she used to tell me stories
that i was too slow to believe
one night i wasn't home
my bedroom window closed
mary slipped and fell
landed on her back beneath that tree
mary grew real quiet after that
and i started to see the signs
i never saw her in class
and she told me she'd been bad
her father told her that
but said he loved her anyways
she'd just close her eyes
and wish she could get away
well one day mary went away
and she's not ever coming back
she decided that she'd had enough
and finally learnt to fly
she escaped a life she didn't own
of days and nights dragged down
her father said he didn't know why
her mother stood beside and cried
her little sister stood to the side
standing there waiting her turn
i sometimes sit at my window
look across the fence
mary's window
curtains drawn
and think of her defense
she lived in the house next door
when the yelling started
she'd climb the old oak tree
crawl along the branches
and drop in through my window
i'd hold her and comfort her
and stroke her hair
while she thought of ways to die
she used to tell me stories
that i was too slow to believe
one night i wasn't home
my bedroom window closed
mary slipped and fell
landed on her back beneath that tree
mary grew real quiet after that
and i started to see the signs
i never saw her in class
and she told me she'd been bad
her father told her that
but said he loved her anyways
she'd just close her eyes
and wish she could get away
well one day mary went away
and she's not ever coming back
she decided that she'd had enough
and finally learnt to fly
she escaped a life she didn't own
of days and nights dragged down
her father said he didn't know why
her mother stood beside and cried
her little sister stood to the side
standing there waiting her turn
i sometimes sit at my window
look across the fence
mary's window
curtains drawn
and think of her defense
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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