paroles de chanson It Won't Stop (B-Side) - September Stories

You went down through the basement
Down through the cellar doors
You can still hear her through the floor
Dim lights and exposed cables
She would run if she was able
Footsteps from the turn of the hall
Don't make a sound, did he ever really hear you at all?
Quick look
But don't run yet
Did you ever look at him as something more than you would see as a threat?

She's been thinking a lot as to what led her to this day
How much this man she's pledged her life to would give her not to stay
How everything her parents ever warned her of was true
But they ended up painting a mental picture that led her straight to you
She can't understand when everything finally changed
'Cause she was face to the floor watching nothing but the rugs rearrange

You can see the fear in her eyes
As she looks up with a glimmering tear asking "why?"
Could you ever do better than this?
You know that you can't 'cause with her you felt nothing but bliss
You can sweat dripping now
Her family will come, they'll be here by the end of the hour
The door in the front porch just creaked
Was it them or did you just hear the gutter that leaked?

She wants more
She needs more
Than what you'd be willing to give

She knows she's to blame for letting everything get this way
She just had hope that things would eventually change
She fell in love with parts of him that hardly shown through
Forgetting that it's only a matter of time until the others would ensure
She gave everything and her love to someone who wouldn't love back
And it's killed her in ways
But not close enough to even make her pack

She never asked for this
He won't stop this violence
She never asked for this
He won't stop

It's been eight months since he first laid his hand on her
How did she not think to leave the second it happened?
She hoped for change but knew that it'd never result
But he was the only one who seemed to care
And just happened to be there when she needed someone
Being there as a matter of circumstance doesn't exalt what you've done
When you've left her battered and bruised from the ripe age of only twenty one