In your memories but soon your lips will only describe her as nondescript
The script of her life How did she go from being so sweet to rotten From just nightmares to sleep walking
Sweet ole her Innocent and pure Now she is impaired
In the need of refinement But she doesn't have the strength to try it
You see she is chained to the past Barely saw her dad He was mean Always got the last word
Drunk and abusive Her mom was an unbloomed tulip Looked kind but was bitter to her daughter
They'd fight and she would cry at night She was ashamed of and had extreme anger for mother
How can you watch as she takes hits Instead of intervening
Police bust down the doors and drag dad to jail To the homeless shelter we go No money, no home It is cold
I barely knew what was going on around me Refuse to talk to adults because they were all so confusing And honestly my questions only led to answers that were lies
I had fear in my eye The things that I had seen The smoke filled air I'd breathe
Let's not forget the bullies That talk stuff because I was so "imperfect"
Never had the latest brands Because mom had no bands
Let's not forget how dad was back again All hope was drained She had thoughts of suicide and then a boy came
Walked his way in She spilled her ink onto his page He left anyways
Guess her story was too boring
You don't know her You did at a time
She is nothing but rotten And only meant to be forgotten
I don't know why, but I love to talk about myself in third person.