Madonna

You're not supposed to know of this

You're not supposed to feel a thing

But I've seen how they tear you apart

The alcohol recovery

The words that cripple

And whispers that sting



Little boys and girls raise themselves

With tenderness, yeah, and age



She started steps through dreams

And to relatives it seems

That history just hasn't happened yet

You're more than this to me

You're worth more than you can see

I don't care what the books had, girl

You didn't die in vain



I found you hanging on their words

From the noose you let them

Tie around your neck

It took thirteen years for you

But you count the rest of the aches and pains

And medicines mean nothing

If you can't feel your skin



Little boys and girls

It seems like helping you

Worth more than you can take



She started steps through dreams

And to relatives it seems

That history just hasn't happened yet

You're more than this to me

You're worth more than you can see

I don't care what the books had, girl

You didn't die in vain



I know a girl who shares her name

With a guardian

She was a saint

She was a saint (x3)



She started steps through dreams

And to relatives it seems

That history just hasn't happened yet

Cause I know a girl who shares her name

With a guardian

Don't be a saint

She was a saint