Mary
(For Sara - Your song for Liv and Bell is So This is Now - Tatu)
(hail mary)
I watched her type. Smiling, laughing, snuggling, pouncing. I've heard rumblings of what happened...and I could only assume the worst.
No virgin me for I have sinned
I sold my soul for sex and gin
"Hey Liv...do you have a date for the dance yet?"
Go call a priest all meek and mild
And tell him, mary is no more a child
Too young. So young. She shouldn't have to deal with it at her age. She should still be living life happily - filled with Hello Kitty! and Pocky and dreams of Anime.
Its raining stones, its raining bile
From the luxury of your denial
"Lets get out of here...head back to my place, watch a movie?"
So I dont deny, I dont make do
Ill press alarms, place bets on truth
I can't help but wonder if it is harder to know your attacker. Harder to know that they were your friend, your confidant, someone that you trusted.
But I know that its harder to kill someone that you'd cared for, before they attacked you. At least she didn't care for them. At least they were only Seers.
Im so up and down, and I love whats not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now Im growing old disgracefully
Whatever happened to mary?
"Paul...Paul, Stop! Don't, please don't!"
Whatever happened to
(hail mary)
Does she dream about it? Does she wake up in a cold sweat of terror, clutching for her blankets, pushing away invisible assailants set to break her mind and body? Does she know it will never end...they may be long in their grave, but they will always come back.
nothing in the pouring rain
Be a bad example and do it all again
"Stop fighting me, Marcella...stop fighting! I love you, I love you..."
Ill be uncareful, Ill cause such scenes
And Ill never talk of used-to-bes
Did she have to listen to tender words on angry lips? Listen to them singing her praises while they broke her body? Did she know what they were doing to her, was she concious?
Tattoo my face, I wont go gray
Be a dancing queen, Im growing old disgracefully
"He will be taken care of, Marcella. He will die..."
Im so up and down, and I love whats not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now Im growing old disgracefully
Whatever happened to mary?
I've only heard rumors, only heard little things...but I've heard enough. I'm not stupid, I know.
Mary, mary, mary, quite contrary
I should talk to her. Sit with her, tell her my story. I know they are different - she was kidnapped and I was asking for it - but it doesn't change how we feel after. I should talk to her...maybe next week. At the Barbeque. Let her play with Dawn, tell her my story.
I don't think I've ever even told Opa...
Im so up and down, and I love whats not allowed
I was lost, now I see
And now Im growing old disgracefully
Whatever happened to mary?
"It is done..."