She began to tell The story 'bout her hell She hated being at home But loved to be alone Inside Heaven was her name She was not to blame For the pain of her past. When the rabbit howled The river stopped to flow Heaven at last Was hiding her past. While her pride was asking to grow. She thought about her fears - Many of them, And cried some awful tears - Didn't know where to begin Her pain is quite too real To understand that feel I thought. Heaven was her name She was not to blame For the pain of her past... She's got some fantasy in Her mind that's scraping her skin She's got some stories for you I swear you'd doubt if they're true. Heaven was her name She was not to blame For the pain of her past...