Her world is fake,
Shes wrapped in glass
one move or fall
and her life will crash
THe day ends so short
And now the sun hides
but no one cares
about her life
You don’t understand
you cant hear my words
throw her in an institute
not your problem, its hers
You’re so weak,
you make me sick
to oblivious
to check the tick
so when it falls
and she shatters down
just turn your head
let one tear be seen to the ground
the help you give
comes from a check
you dont have the time
so save her wreck
but it’s ok
‘cuz you’ll walk on
but its not the problemed child
It’s the problemed Mom