Written by ： Kimya Dawson

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