Call it out-maybe you'll see some reason
But it doesn't matter because she just doesn't listen
She takes her time, trying to mix up all the letters
I dunno what she's up to.
Honestly, I'm starting to think
That she's wripped up
From the bone to the heart
There's just nothing left
Oh look, there's her father
Never happy with everything she does
He only sees the wrong in every little thing she does
And she's tired of seeing it all.
She just wants some change but that
Isn't gonna happen.
Isn't gonna happen...
She's not gonna be happy.
Why can't he just see what she's worth
His own daughter, his flesh and blood
stop ******** her up.
She just wants to try her best
And you keep pushing her away.
"Do it over" he says to her
"Do it over until you get it right"
She doesn't see whats wrong with the grass
whats wrong with the light?
Oh look, there goes her mother
Someone whose tearing everything apart
Nothing's been the same since
she took the guest room to herself..
Now this one, well she's got a temper
Directly thrown at her
whether or not she was the cause
All it is, is a few hurtful words
But unfortunately
She holds them too tight.
Oh look, here comes her grandfather
My, what does he have in store for her today?
Whatever happened to the days
Where she could have fun?
He married a b***h after her grandmother
Took to her casket
And ever since he's been
knocking on the front door [of her mind]
What will it be today?
Will it be, "You should go on a diet"
Or a "Stop looking like a f**"?
Nothing ever changes
Stop ******** up her life
Now everything thats gone wrong
is starting to add up like this
One plus one
Five more than six
And more than that
She doesn't know it yet
But I think she's going insane
Now here she is
She can't enjoy a simple movie
She twitches and falls apart
And snaps at a friend.
Whats wrong with her now?
Nothing's wrong with her
She's exactly what she was meant to be
They pushed her along her way
But in the wrong direction
She used to wanna be an author
A psychiatrist, a linguist, a designer
And now all she can think about
Is being he next Hannibal Lector.
This is not a poem
And not a story
This isn't a work of art
Its only a piece
of NotSoGreat Fiction.
Smile-Its Alex Community Member 
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