Little Girl,
Just seven years old.
you watched him fall,
You watched him fold.
He's been replaced,
With some one new.
But how, oh how,
Does that help you?
Little Girl,
With thirteen years gone.
You lost so much,
Yet stand strong.
Your Grandmother's left,
She flew the coup.
And the Little Girl,
Is stuck in the loop.
It'll be ok,
It'll be alright.
Just hold on Little Girl,
With all your might.
You're stronger, smarter,
And will never be alone.
So come on girl,
You have no need to roam.
Little Girl,
Still only thirteen.
You made a bad choice,
No longer Queen.
You fell so far,
You fell so hard.
But your friends are here,
To pick up the cards.
Little Girl,
Just seven years old.
you watched him fall,
You watched him fold.
He's been replaced,
With some one new.
But how, oh how,
Does that help you?
Little Girl,
With thirteen years gone.
You lost so much,
Yet stand strong.
Your Grandmother's left,
She flew the coup.
And the Little Girl,
Is stuck in the loop.
It'll be ok,
It'll be alright.
Just hold on Little Girl,
With all your might.
You're stronger, smarter,
And will never be alone.
So come on girl,
You have no need to roam.
Little Girl,
Still only thirteen.
You made a bad choice,
No longer Queen.
You fell so far,
You fell so hard.
But your friends are here,
To pick up the cards.
Sorry. Had another hard week and I need to let it out.
Remember that bitch that used me? Well, for some reason I tried to be her friend again and it didn't work. We were "Best Buddies" for two and a half days. After that, we got in a fight at the mall that ended up with her wandering the mall alone while I had a panic attack trying to find her. And when I have a panic attack, I cry and feel like shit for half of it. During the other half I have to resist the urge to hit something. (That's why I chose Gamzee to cosplay most. He and I are so alike. Usually we're very laid back but once you make us mad all we want to do is kill and hurt.) I
So, I've been going through some pretty hard shit lately and I need to get it all out. So here it goes.
About a week before school started, my parents announced that they were getting divorced. For months it felt like it wasn't real. A twisted fairy tale with no prince. But when it finally hit me, I was in science. So I started not caring about my grade and would sit in the back of the class with my headphones on full blast. Then last Friday, Mr. Carswell (my science teacher) sent me to the office to speak with the counselor Mr. Clergy. I hadn't cried till that talk. But the worst thing was, my parents knew that they wanted to get divorc