Will she ever be good enough

will she ever be good enough?
will they ever be proud?
Will they ever hold her in the arms
and say they love her now?

Will she finally do right
And make her dreams come true?
Will she try to live her dreams
Or make theirs come true?

Will they accept her now?
Or will it be years to late?
Will she finally accept her fate
Before she's in the grave?

Will they love her before its to late
Before she's six feet under?
Its to late now
She found the razor.

Now the ground will hold her
And a casket will hug her
And flowers surround her
In the ground they will love her.