Spoilt little girl, let’s burn her to the ground.
She only wanted the spotlight but now she’s got the scars.
Did no one tell her that’s the price you pay for giving up your heart?
She thought life would be so easy, but look how much she struggles,
Carrying burden on her back, I guess, I’m glad to see her suffer.
Her problems are not real enough, not for me at least,
Let’s put her six feet under and then maybe she’d feel the teeth.
The world is harsh and cruel out there,
She shouldn’t be the exception.
'Cause she’s got it made in this life of hers,
Pretend battles to gain selfish redemption.
Fake fake, it’s all a lie,
Something to make me feel better.
She doesn’t know pain, nor distress,
She’s just a great pretender.
It’s easier to digest this way, to just call her a liar,
How can I feel compassion when she’s just a drama provider?
Story after story, day after day,
I think I’d like her better if she just went away.
The bitterness this girl invokes, I admit, it’s not all her.
It’s a deep discontent, a spiralling descent,
Threatening to sink the herd.
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