"...Because All Suffering Is Sweet To Me..." (Live At The Paramount)

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, the cutlery
The words that cripple
And whispers that sting

Little boys and girls raise themselves
With tenderness and ease

She stutter 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 said, girl
You didn't die in vain

I found you hanging on their words
From the noose you let them
Tie around your neck
They took thirteen years from you
But you kept the rest
Aches and pains and medicines
Mean nothing if you can't feel your skin

Little boys and girls this seems like hell
But you're worth more than you can take

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

I know a girl who shares a name
With a guardian
She was a saint
She was a saint (x3)
They say she took her life today
But I don't believe a word they say

I know a girl who shares a name
With a guardian don't be ashamed
She was a saint

She stutter 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