Little Girl
I feel bad for the little girl who lost
Who is now filled with exhaust
They took her no as a yes
And made her undress
They took her pretty wrist
And put a kiss
On the scars they knew they created
I feel bad for the little girl who cried
When she had a backslide
Her mother made herself the victim
When she had her overdose
She stared at the little girl close
I feel bad for the little girl who just wanted love
As she looked up above
At the wolf boy she followed
He made her feel good
More than she knew she could
But this little girl is not little anymore
She traded her childhood for miniskirts and nails
But there is too many details
So just know
Don’t grow up to fast
Because the next thing you know
Your entire life has passed
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