Mellow

I pick my scars till they open in the dark Pry the question loose to leave another mark And oh that weeping old willow She really knows how to cry Still asking the questions To know when and why? The questions in question are always so hard to tell We never say goodbye until we lose ourselves And oh that weeping old willow She has a reason to cry And always acting so mellow She would never seem to say why I feel the willow cry I don't bother to ask why We copied ourselves To feel like someone else And oh that weeping old willow She can't afford to cry And always acting so mellow She smiled and then said goodbye All that living on the silver screen From the bottom it looks so prestine Little did you know she tried to kill herself To leave a life controlled by someone else