Alice Sweet Alice
Alice Sweet Alice
~Alice Sweet Alice~
Everyday -- Holding Hands
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
*Alice And I*
How can they say she did not exist?
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice
The way she looked at me
-her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who loves the sound of pouring rain.
Together we slept under the same breeze
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
We whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice sweet Alice said I look good in bloody red
Every day I looked into the mirror
Alice put her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
under the right and left palm.
The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she can't stand
Again Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
when she stood by my side
Alice knew me in ways no one else did
She knew my eyes -When they cried!
Now I can't sleep,
Since the day, Alice fell back into the abyss
Forever conscious in a self-hug
--- this is no dream!
The rage took place the day she left!
This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness,
When I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
Nothing feels the same,
I allow myself to soak in the abyss of where it began.
My hair of red is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade, I sleep
ALICE SWEET ALICE!
Please call my name!
Why do they whisper?
Why are they saying she never held a single breath?
I know she is real, she's exist
Why else would I had let her cut my wrist?
This Sweet Girl
"I YELL FOR ALICE!"
Finally visits again ---
But, who is to believe?
For everyone says
Alice lives inside my head.