Moving On

She was reunited with the father of her kids

He said "it wasn't me it was the booze; i know not what i did"

She said "you filled the bathtub with my blood when you bashed in my head

You can go to hell i'm moving on

You can go to hell i'm moving on"

Then she saw her mom who said "i love you sweet baby"

She said "then why'd you beat me until i started to bleed?

You starved me too i had to dance for money in the street

You can go to hell i'm moving on

You can go to hell i'm moving on"

Running from the one who gave her life

Running from the man who called her wife

She will find a way out i am sure

Then no one can hurt her anymore

When she got there the old man was holding a tutu

And a pair of brand new pink capezio toe shoes

She laughed and said "excuse me sir do those belong to you?"

He said "no they're yours, go put them on"

He said "no they're yours, go put them on"

The stage was big as every place she'd ever lived combined

And there were wooden soldiers there that were three times her size

With a plie and a releve her dreams were realized

She said "but i thought clara was a blonde"

She said "but i thought clara was a blonde"

The old man said "now princess, yes your hair's as black as night

But prima ballerinas now we know aren't always white

A million people saying something's so don't make it right"

She said "i've died and gone to heaven

I've died and gone to heaven,"

Running from the one who gave her life

Running from the man who called her wife

She will find a way out i am sure

Then no one can hurt her anymore