She's dropping bread crumbs to show where she's been.
To a house made of candy, of sorrow, of sin.
She hopes it's alright that she quietly let herself in.
This is her addiction, this is her fame. This is the place where she deals with the pain. Sometimes it's the stars in her sky oh, but then it's the rain.
Echoes coming back, what's this? Hit or miss attack, she missed it.
She's got white lights on her face from the bad ties that she just can't erase.
Her sad eyes are replaced with a new life in a beautiful place.
Now she's forgetting the harms of her past. She'll take her message somewhere it will last. She fails when she fails but she's trying, and growing up fast This is the pattern, this is the storm. This is the past she knows she can't run from. This is the place she's been in since she was born. I can tell by the light in her eyes that she can see. So walk away from the people and places and things she used to be.