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...