Here's to the Girl Who Cries on the Floor of the Chapel
Here’s to the girl
The girl that used to smile and laugh
A light in the room and flower in the dark
Who now lays on the floor of the chapel with tears in her eyes
Here’s to the girl
Who drew flowers and birds
Free as could be
Now she draws a girl
Laying on the floor of the chapel, curled in a ball, and crying
Here’s to the girl
Who tries so hard to be ok
Who sits in the chapel so she won’t cut her arms
Who is now crying on your shoulder because you asked if she’s ok
Here’s to the girl
Who just wants to be normal
But instead
She is taken to the hospital in an ambulance
Because the evil voice tells her it’s better to die
As she laid on the floor of the chapel
Here’s to the girl
Who can barely get out of bed
Who wants you to know what she feels
Who is not making this up
Who wants to speak
But doesn’t know what to say
So she cries on the floor of the chapel
Here’s to the girl
Who doesn’t have the words to describe her pain
Words can’t describe the ache
Not even her tears can say it
Here is the girl who cries on the floor of the chapel.