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Mom, Did i do good?
Why do you lie?
Why do you tell tales to hide?
Am I a Bad Daughter?
I don't mean to lie,
I don't mean to hide,
I am scared.
Why won't you help me?
I had to take the situation into my own hands,
Now look where I am.
Did I do it right?
Did I do good?
They wouldn't leave me alone,
They called Me horrible names and words.
Mommy, What is an Ugly Bitch?
Why do they call me that?
Did I do something to deserve this?
They started hitting me Mommy.
Why won't you listen to me?
I was beat today, They threw me into a wall and called me names again,
They won't stop Mommy,
I tried to be nice but they wouldn't stop,
I had to they had a Knife Mommy,
I didn't mean to Mommy, I swear,
Please don't let them take me away,
They ignored me as well,
Writing it off as Girl Drama.
Why did they not believe me?
I didn't lie to them,
Now I am the one in trouble,
THEY DIDN'T LISTEN,
I had to or I would be in her place.
Would you miss me, Mommy?
If I was in her place, Would you miss me?
Did you know they got me with the Knife?
The other people don't know that I am slowly bleeding out,
they walk by and look at me in disgust.
What did I do to deserve this?
Mommy, I left you a present,
I made it in Art.
Mommy, Did I do good?
Why do you tell tales to hide?
Am I a Bad Daughter?
I don't mean to lie,
I don't mean to hide,
I am scared.
Why won't you help me?
I had to take the situation into my own hands,
Now look where I am.
Did I do it right?
Did I do good?
They wouldn't leave me alone,
They called Me horrible names and words.
Mommy, What is an Ugly Bitch?
Why do they call me that?
Did I do something to deserve this?
They started hitting me Mommy.
Why won't you listen to me?
I was beat today, They threw me into a wall and called me names again,
They won't stop Mommy,
I tried to be nice but they wouldn't stop,
I had to they had a Knife Mommy,
I didn't mean to Mommy, I swear,
Please don't let them take me away,
They ignored me as well,
Writing it off as Girl Drama.
Why did they not believe me?
I didn't lie to them,
Now I am the one in trouble,
THEY DIDN'T LISTEN,
I had to or I would be in her place.
Would you miss me, Mommy?
If I was in her place, Would you miss me?
Did you know they got me with the Knife?
The other people don't know that I am slowly bleeding out,
they walk by and look at me in disgust.
What did I do to deserve this?
Mommy, I left you a present,
I made it in Art.
Mommy, Did I do good?
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