...Because All Suffering Is Sweet To Me

You're not supposed to know of this
You're not supposed to feel a thing
But I've seen how they tear you apart
The alcohol recovery
The words that cripple
And whispers that sting

Little boys and girls raise themselves
With tenderness, yeah, and age

She started steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet
You're more than this to me
You're worth more than you can see
I don't care what the books had, girl
You didn't die in vain

I found you hanging on their words
From the noose you let them
Tie around your neck
It took thirteen years for you
But you count the rest of the aches and pains
And medicines mean nothing
If you can't feel your skin

Little boys and girls
It seems like helping you
Worth more than you can take

She started steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet
You're more than this to me
You're worth more than you can see
I don't care what the books had, girl
You didn't die in vain

I know a girl who shares her name
With a guardian
She was a saint
She was a saint (x3)

She started steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet
Cause I know a girl who shares her name
With a guardian
Don't be a saint
She was a saint