They think I’m a snob,
A cribbing, naïve little girl
They ill-treat me with the sorry excuse of tough love,
‘But Is this love?’
Or am i just another prey they could use,
To satisfy their power hungry souls
Oh, I wanna hide,
And never see the evil smiles,
For this gullible creature is still a baby,
Who deserves to be nurtured and loved with all the compassion in the world.
So stop with the lies,
the endless, useless and heartless lies won’t make it better.
It’ll only make the pain worse,
the scars deeper and my soul, darker.