She was a goner, right from the get
Lived with her mother, dad set the sails
School was so hopeless, phase after phase
First diagnosis, never the same
It seems you're always in a tight spot
It seems you're always in a tight spot
Waiting for the bomb drop
You know it's hard to do the things you should do
It's so hard doing what's right, doing what's right for you
And you got no room to move
They all got everything planned, everything planned for you
