Lyrics to Burning Herself
She was crazy
(She was beautiful)
I guess she had to be
And I was angry
(You were blind)
Because I could not see
except for what the cigarettes
Had done to her skin
I should have know the outside world
Would reveal what was within
But she was burning herself
And Her hair was filled with ashes
She was burning herself
And her life became a flame
She was burning herself
And the flame became her passion
She was burning herself
And her passion, her passion was her pain
She was trusting
(You could have saved her too)
All hope had passed for her
And I was lusting
(And she gave to you)
That's all I asked of her
The marks upon her body
And the marks upon her mind
I knew I could have erased them
If I'd only took the time
But she was burning herself
And her hair was filled with ashes
She was burning herself
And her life became a flame
She was burning herself
And the flame became her passion
She was burning herself
And her passion, her passion was her pain.
I never saw her do it
I only saw the scars
I never could imagine
What could make her go that far
I wonder was she driven
By a disparate need to feel
To find out was she living
To discover life was real
Or was it that the pain
Slicing trough her like a knife
Was easier to handle
than the emptiness of life
Had a strange sense of drama
Caught inside a role
OR was she trying to cauterize
The changes on her sole
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Her passion was her pain
(She was beautiful)
I guess she had to be
And I was angry
(You were blind)
Because I could not see
except for what the cigarettes
Had done to her skin
I should have know the outside world
Would reveal what was within
But she was burning herself
And Her hair was filled with ashes
She was burning herself
And her life became a flame
She was burning herself
And the flame became her passion
She was burning herself
And her passion, her passion was her pain
She was trusting
(You could have saved her too)
All hope had passed for her
And I was lusting
(And she gave to you)
That's all I asked of her
The marks upon her body
And the marks upon her mind
I knew I could have erased them
If I'd only took the time
But she was burning herself
And her hair was filled with ashes
She was burning herself
And her life became a flame
She was burning herself
And the flame became her passion
She was burning herself
And her passion, her passion was her pain.
I never saw her do it
I only saw the scars
I never could imagine
What could make her go that far
I wonder was she driven
By a disparate need to feel
To find out was she living
To discover life was real
Or was it that the pain
Slicing trough her like a knife
Was easier to handle
than the emptiness of life
Had a strange sense of drama
Caught inside a role
OR was she trying to cauterize
The changes on her sole
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Her passion was her pain
Songwriters: CHAPIN, HARRY F.
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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