Wound Up

Little Carrie Ann what a beautiful girl From the moment she was born She was always perfect Whole town said "Why can't you be more like her?" Lights go on and she's ready to spin On stage doing all the things she's told to Puts on a show in front of the whole damn world I pray to the heavens to try to save her soul Cause that sweet little angel is not the girl i know She gets wound up she gets higher by the minute Turns the sound up To drown out all the pain They all think they know her But no one really knows That she goes a little crazy sometimes She parks her car at the top of the hill Only inches from the edge Where she's almost falling Stares at the sky till she's drowning in the rain Nice dress, nice smile What a wonderful child If they only knew all the lies she's told them It's too complicated for her to explain She prays to the heavens to try to save her soul Cause the sweet little angel is close to letting go [Chorus] I pray to the heavens to try to save her soul Cause that sweet little angel is not the girl i know [Chorus]