He wants me to sing of happy days...
But I cannot see the sun for the gray.
Misery loves company
But you are no friend to me
I'm not a vinyl record to be played.
I don't feel like singing happy songs
And righting all your many wrongs
I'm not alive so you have something to complain to.
I don't feel like singing happy songs
And pretending that there's nothing wrong
I guess I'm just a bitter little thing here to test you.
He wants me to bow my head to pray
I want to punch him in the face.
His little girl's a little bitch now
He hates that he lost that power
For shame, his ideal plans gone to waste.
I don't feel like singing happy songs
And righting all your many wrongs
I'm not alive so you have something to complain to.
I don't feel like singing happy songs
And pretending that there's nothing wrong
I guess I'm just a bitter little thing here to test you.
Guess you learned that girls aren't made of clay...
Guess you learned I'm not a bitch to be played.
Guess you learned little girls don't stay that age.
I don't feel like singing happy songs
And righting all your many wrongs
I'm not alive so you have something to complain to.
I don't feel like singing happy songs
And pretending that I need you to go on
I guess I'm just better to be rid of you.
About the Creator
CD Turner
I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
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