Scarred by the devil with pock mark on cheek She sang like an angel with voice that would never keep And I mourn for her when her spirit rise And I don't want to go home Pretty and peculiar, she glowed when dawn turned dusk The light gave off a buzz and the buzz it gave off sparks And I watched for crying but her eyes were dry And I don't want to go home The day before Christmas, her dear daddy took flight She didn't bat her lashes as he walked into the night She screams for no one because no one is alone And I don't want to go home I weep without thinking, I quiver at a touch I will never be her, I wasn't built that tough She talks without speaking and I don't talk at all Oh, when I'm this alone, oh I don't want to go home History repeats and brings me to my knees Over my shoulder she's older and older and I'm just a little girl.