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2/11/02





Mommy did my hair this morning, Mommy made me pretty



Looking in the mirror this morning didn’t feel like pity



That’s funny, it hasn’t happened in so long



‘Cause looking at my own reflection seems so wrong



Mommy thinks I’m happy, she must be a fool



But so do all the teachers that see my face at school



Don’t they realize those boys and girls are cruel?



I’m sick of the nasty words they tell that girl



Or watching the tears down her face swirl



I guess mommy doesn’t realize all this little girl has seen



And no one seems to notice she’s lost her will to dream



And Mommy, mommy, I can’t find my smile



Oh Mommy, mommy, It’s been lost for quite a while



But no matter were I look, I find emptiness inside



Even after all the times I’ve tried



And still no ones there to confide



And Mommy, Mommy, won’t you hold my hand



Oh Mommy, Mommy, I need help to stand



So maybe I don’t wanna grow up, just like everyone else



‘Cause, Mommy, what’s wrong with just being myself?



I’m not stupid! Everybody’s gotta learn!



But why are you so mean, what made you so stern?



Why isn’t everything like it used to be before?



And when I give my best, you’ve got to ask for more!?



You said, Mommy, you’d always be there



So this, Mommy, I don’t think it’s fair  



Oh Mommy, Mommy, I don’t need your kisses



And Mommy, Mommy, I don’t want those Band-Aids



‘Cause Mommy, Mommy, I’ve found relief in knife blades