Oh, mother, look at me
How I bleed here in the velvety green grass
With the dew on my lips
And the sky in my eyes, curled into fetal
It hurts, mother, can't you see?
This is love or something else
Tell me that you didn't know
I'll believe you, that I swear
You were just too young and dumb
And I'm not a little girl
Oh, mother, look at me
How I bleed under the cherry tree