c'mon kid, you say
whats the problems with you
my problem, is you
when youc all me kid
i'm not a kid any more
i hate tobreak it to you
i'm not mommy's baby
i'm not daddy's little girl
i'm not their baby sister
i'm their completely there "wench"
who created these laws
torn apart family's and so on
who decided it was okay to be like this
who decided i was a wilted flower
what your problem he asks
my problems you punk
i'm not a wilted flower
i'm alive and well
you just keep steppin on me
trying to kill my outter being
but strong and tall i'll stand
never getting my heart crushed
you'll trample on my spirits
but not once will you hurt my roots
i'm not your poppped balloon
or deflated tire
Gosh who on earth are you
to call me 'kid'
i'm not your babe any more
i'm not yours , never was
dont keep acting like you own me
ibelong to no one...
especially to you..