Seven کے بول

Seven Seven was her lucky number Before she met you She was a spunky girl, a bummer, a hand-drummer And she loved you She had long hair She was never all there If you look away, you'll miss her Sometimes she wants to be free You've just gotta let her be Don't fear her or forget her CHORUS Please, please, little girls Don't run away from your fears Please, please little girls You are running to a place you'll never get to They promised her it wouldn't matter She'd rather have it never be Don't think about it Don't talk to me I can't breath What is she to you? A talker, a night stalker Her door is closed Our eyes wide open What a scene She just wants to scream "How can this thing happen to me?" So clear and I can barely see She is still the same Everything has changed And no one even knows it CHORUS Beautiful and misdirected Overprotected She was still affected Easily confused A drinker, an over thinker Always her own muse CHORUS X2 Don't you run away