Some days I feel like I want to cry
Instead being with you feels like I’ll die
Few years ago I use to lye in a pool of water in the rain
Slitting each wrist before I begin to pray
Poor Wendy the popular girl in school
She thinks everyone adores her too
She’s the one girl girls wish to be
But then her world is the worst to feel pretty
Dance and twirl and fall to the ground
That’s what Cinderella did to her frown
Cook and clean with all the work
Nothings fun with a house full of jerks