Eyedea - Bottle Dreams lyrics

Everyone knew she was a special young girl
From her neighbors to her teachers
Some labeled her a prodigy
Others called her a genius
It was amazing the way she
Could play the violin
It made it hard for people to
Believe that she was only ten
But behind every brilliant mind
There lies a monster
This one just so happened to be her father
See daddy was sick
He'd get a rush by playin' touchy touch
And tellin' her to keep it hush
It was his secret way of loving that
He needed someone he could trust
Fucked her head up
Sayin' if Momma was alive she'd
Be so proud of us
So she'd hide the desire to die
But, if you paid close attention you could
See the sorrow in her eyes
Walking around in the only real hell
No one would ever think she'd have
Such a story to tell
Afraid to go home, afraid to talk
Afraid of cryin
She was too young to even know why

And everyday she'd go to the river with
A message in a bottle sayin'
Please, God help me I don't
Wanna live to see tomorrow
Each day she'd scrounge for a
Tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat
But every single solitary day
The bottle seems to sink
I don't know why but the bottle always sinks
She never sees it happen
But the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river
Knows what she really thinks

She made that violin sing with so much pain
You could almost hear her scream
Through the string's vibrations
What was once sweet and innocent
Is now rotting 'cuz the psychotic father
Chose to probe the flowers of
The pure and sacred
Her instrument was her only tongue
To express the infinite abuse in it's depths
At night the footsteps crept to her door
And she'd begin to shake and weep
And with tears rolling down her cheeks
She's pretend she was asleep
When the nightmare was over
And the sun dawn is light
She'd retreat to the same
Place she always did
Rip a page from her diary
And write with all her might
Then send it off into the current
Determined to find a way to live

Being a victim of her daddy's
Hands for so long
She lost the will to move on
Sick of picking up her violin
To hide from what's wrong
Exhausted, but staying strong
She tried to play the bright side
But couldn't bring herself to make
Nothing but sad songs
Sick of that sick feeling that
Stays in her stomach
Sick of waiting for a rescue
By someone who found one of her bottles
Sick of being daddy's little secret
She got up at the crack of day
And smashed her violin into pieces
Then proceeded to walk towards the
River with a plan
Only this time the diary and
Bottle was in her hand
Just walk with herself, away from the hell
Not knowing at the river bottom lied
All the cries for help
It was weeks before they found her dead body
Some fisherman reeled it from the water
Like something from a detective novel
Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed from desperation
Cause near where she drowned they found
About 500 messages in sunken bottles