To Have A Friend
To have a friend
Is all you need
To talk to others
In order to succeed
I never had that choice
To be loved by my peer
Simply cause of my voice
Others were filled with fear
I became the evil one
I had no free will
I was never allowed to have fun
I could never chill
I am now known for a kidnapping
A horrible curse
I just wanted to have a daughter
Now I have just that
You all shaped me to be this way
I am known as Mother Gothel
I wish I could have been loved
I wish I could have been true to myself
I blame you all,
for this horrible curse
I could have been well
I could have been worse
You all shaped me to be this way
You chased me to no end
I just wanted
To have a friend
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