Erin Jean Warde

Ask her why she cries so loud She will not say a word Eyes like ice and hands that shake She takes what she deserves To celebrate her emptiness In a cold and lonely... more

Ask her why she cries so loud She will not say a word Eyes like ice and hands that shake She takes what she deserves To celebrate her emptiness In a cold and lonely room Sweep the floor with your long flowered dress If you cannot find a broom