I'm five years old.
It's my first day of school.
Nobody likes me.  They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.

Now I'm seven years old.
New school, new people.
Nobody likes me.  They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.

Now I'm eleven years old.
My voice is killed by Mrs. Dysphoria.
Nobody likes me.  They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.

Now I'm fourteen years old.
I'm drunk, cutting, and hearing things.
Nobody likes me.  They pretend I don't exist,
but that's okay, because
Mommy knows best.

Now I'm eighteen years old.
They're burying me.
Everyone loves me.  They're my best friend,
but it's funny, because
Mommy knew best.