I have a baby face
And a weepy nose
I have a foul mouth
With hand me down clothes
The other kids say
I don't wanna play with her
Hiding in my wardrobe
With an 88 revolver
You pick off my wings
I had a bad childhood
Children think I'm mean
I think I'm missunderstand
Carries around
A bag of worms
Makes everybody
In my class squirm
It's hard to admit
You were used
It's hard to admit
You were bruised
It's hard to admit
You were used
It's hard to admit
You were abused
