Why don’t they understand the way she feels,
Even as she cries, they hate her to be,
They rip open the wounds that now, won’t heal,
They tear her and hurt her, why can’t they see.
The tears that she’s cried have all dried away,
Yet the pain they have caused will never go,
They’ve hurt her so bad, and now they must pay,
If they still think she’ll forgive them, then no.
She’s apologised but it doesn’t work,
It just seams to make them hate her some more,
They scream and they shout and call her a jerk,
When she’s sixteen, she’ll walk straight out that door.
She’ll hope that she’ll never see them again,
And she’ll never write with paper and pen. |
