A sad little girl,
sheltered and protected,
never really had much of a reason to feel bad,
but tired of thinking about all these sad thoughts
worried about things older then her.
She doesn't cry at the right time,
she cries when she hears a sad song on the radio,
She weeps about death,
She thinks about her own
all the things she would miss just because she wasn't grown
she's so tired
she's thinkin all these mad things
Dreaming all these sad dreams
so alone.
Then her brother calls and says
the TV show's on and she's gonna miss it.
She wipes her eyes on her palms and her nose on her sleeve
she runs downstairs to watch cartoons on the TV
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 11:50 PM UTC
A sad little girl,
sheltered and protected,
never really had much of a reason to feel bad,
but tired of thinking about all these sad thoughts
worried about things older then her.
She doesn't cry at the right time,
she cries when she hears a sad song on the radio,
She weeps about death,
She thinks about her own
all the things she would miss just because she wasn't grown
she's so tired
she's thinkin all these mad things
Dreaming all these sad dreams
so alone.
Then her brother calls and says
the TV show's on and she's gonna miss it.
She wipes her eyes on her palms and her nose on her sleeve
she runs downstairs to watch cartoons on the TV