Alice, Pt. 1

Small hands Were caught in the act She'd paint All the pain from her back Fingertips Soft felt like the brush Such contrast To her father's rough touch Father, father - am I yours? And mother, mother - what's the score? May I give up? I'm sorry it's soon. But you made it too hard to stand by you. Isolation She sits by herself And when she cries God, she needs all the help She can get When she's closed in the room Drowning out All the feelings she drew Tossed the paint To the wall To read the story he's written And lose track of the page Father, father - am I yours? And mother, mother - what's the score? Can I give up? I know it's soon But you made it too hard to stand by you Father, father - am I yours? And mother, mother - what's the score? Can I give up? I know it's soon But you made it too hard; you gave up on me, too