Emilie Autumn - Willow

Willow, we^Fep for me Bow your t^Gallest tree Down to the i^Dmnfamous hands Of someone ^Fno one underst^Gands I'm not un^Fique in this It's based on n^Gone but my mistake At night I ^Dmlie awake Thinking of a^Fll the hearts I'd h^Gappily break

It's c^Dmruel, I know At least they t^Gell me so Well someone l^Dmock me up and throw away the k^Fey Because I'm not ashamed, oh ^Fno Oh, w^Gillow

That I o^Fnly write love songs To th^Gose whom I don't love I only r^Dmeach for him Who's tied to s^Fomeone else's gl^Gove That which I h^Fold inside Which I a^Gdmire and deride Which I prot^Fect and hide is y^Gours

Willow, w^Feep for me Don't think ^GI don't see This life I'm l^Dmiving in two But still it's s^Fomething I must ^Gdo I'm not un^Fique in this Nor am I sp^Gecial, sweet or kind I court a t^Dmhousand smiles Yet I k^Feep my own to h^Gide behind

It's c^Dmruel I know At least they t^Gell me so Well someone l^Dmock me up and throw away the k^Fey Because I'm not ashamed, oh ^Fno Oh, w^Gillow

That I o^Fnly write love songs To th^Gose whom I don't love I only r^Dmeach for him Who's tied to s^Fomeone else's gl^Gove That which I h^Fold inside Which I a^Gdmire and deride Which I prot^Fect and hide is y^Gours

Sl^Dmander and diss^Fention They're p^Garlour games to ^Dmme Papers overr^Fun with lies too m^Gad to mention ^DmYou say they never h^Furt you No c^Gonsequence, I'm h^Dmappy We're much too far a^Fbove it all But ^Goh no, that's not t^Dmrue These wicked pastimes take their t^Amoll These tyrant vices break your s^Dmoul Deliver me from all I ^Amam And all I n^Fever want to be ^DmI love you (Oh willow, willow, willow) Do^Gubt me not Rewr^Fite this plot for a^All to see

And I o^Fnly write love songs To th^Gose whom I don't love I only r^Dmeach for him Who's tied to s^Fomeone else's gl^Gove That which I h^Fold inside Which I a^Gdmire and deride Which I prot^Fect and hide is y^Gours

^DmBend your br^Fanches to the gr^Gound and hold me c^Dmlose Let me h^Farmonize with a^Gll that’s good i^Dmn you Share your s^Fympathy and w^Geep for me Oh, w^Dmillow, heal the hearts I've broken M^Fake me pure and st^Gart my song anew

For I o^Fnly write love songs To th^Gose whom I don't love I only r^Dmeach for him Who's tied to s^Fomeone else's gl^Gove That which I h^Fold inside Which I a^Gdmire and deride Which I prot^Fect and hide is y^Gours Is yours, is yo^Furs