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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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