Bag of Worms

I have a baby face

And a weepy nose

I have a foul mouth

Wearing hand-me-down clothes

Other kids say, "I don't wanna play with her"

Hiding in my wardrobe with an 88 revolver

They pick off my wings

I had a bad childhood

Children thinking I'm mean

I think I'm misunderstood

Carries around a bag of worms

Makes everybody in the 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