[Lyric] Becoming A Man (A.S. Fanning)

I was alone
I was a duchess in old folk home
I spent all my days imprisoned in song
Watching the worms move out on the lawn
It filled me with a terror so real and so wrong
I pretended to sleep
'til I was sure they were gone

I was alone
I was informant to old Tom Thorn
I inspected the needles he'd put in his arm
At any false sound, I would sound the alarm
Fancied my chains, that they jangled and shook
And all the abuse, the instruction I took

Take me back where the lost girl goes
Back to where I was born
As I pinnеd to my dress
The long-stemmеd rose
I cut my hand on the thorn
I bled for days
I bled in extraordinary ways
Down through the streets 'til they seem to be filled
In through the gutter and open world
Burst at the seams, it was (?) tied up in knots

Could I live with this river
That could never be stopped?

When I was born
Tyrant full of fury and scorn
Black as the ivy dead on the vine
Hatred was blissful and holy and mine

Searching for ruin, became tangled in time
Compelled to the search for a meaningless rhyme

Take me back where the lost girl goes
Back to where I was born
As I pinned to my dress
The long-stemmed rose
I cut my hand on the thorn