Writhing on the floor
Crying she can't get more
Head full of fear
How it starts never clear
She was always stressed out
Little Catholic girl full of doubt
Laying on the bed
Feeling half dead
Syringe is empty
Hope absentee
She's just nineteen
In a gulliotine
We'll never know why
Meggie always has to touch the sky
Now she's in the clouds
Wearing a black shroud
We'll never know why
Meggie always has to touch the sky
Can't imagine a future
Sold mom's wedding ring
To get this fix
Bag empty of tricks
Brain asymmetric
Once had so much promise
Sounds so blasphemous
Because no one cared
When the teacher twirled her hair
We'll never know why
Meggie always has to touch the sky
Now she's in the clouds
Wearing a black shroud
We'll never know why
Meggie always has to touch the sky
Now she's in the clouds
Wearing a black shroud
We'll never know why
Meggie always has to touch the sky