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The Saddest Story You've Ever Heard

Listen up now,

Don’t say another word

I’m about to tell you

The saddest story you’ve ever heard

About a girl

Who was prettier than she could ever tell

She looked into the mirror and

Dug herself deeper into hell

And there she would sit

Looking back at herself

With tears streaming down her face

Like a mom with a son in a prison cell

She just sits there and stares

Screaming, “life isn’t fair”

And nobody cares

Not one person cares

This girl stays up all night while she weeps

Finally works herself up so much she falls asleep

Only to wake up in the same damn house

That she had nightmares about

It takes her a few minutes to get out of her bed

Cause she’s trying to collect all the feelings in her head

So she can push them back beneath the surface

She’s nervous

That kids at school will see through the curtains

And continues to toss her truth in the furnace

She always looks her best

When her life is a mess

She just pounds on the make up

And wears V-necks

Just so all the boys can be impressed

By her looks and her chest

She hears other girls talking

Calling her a slut or a whore

She doesn’t care ‘cause it’s better than being known for

Being constantly upset and down in the dumps

So she holds her head high above all those punks

And flashes huge smiles in the halls

With her pearly white teeth

Looking something like a Barbie doll

She used to have friends

That didn’t know her at all

But she realized that ‘friends’ is not what you call

A group of girls that are only there when everything is fun

But when it comes down to it, they’re not there for the long run

So she convinces herself she doesn’t need anyone

And continues her lonely spiral down alone

Except now she gets stoned

‘Cause the drug dealer gives her discounts

Ever since she became his new rebound

So she hangs around with delinquents

The drugs get harder in sequence

Until one day she finds herself on defense

When her mom finds a bag of dope in her room

Just a day too soon

‘Cause she was about to sell it the next afternoon

She assumes that she’s about to be grounded for life

But her mom just tried to give her some advice

“Don’t tell me how to live,” she snaps back

But she knows she shouldn’t speak to her mama like that

She just doesn’t understand how her mom could watch her child suffer

Without stepping in to try and make something of her

So now she’s a drug-dealing, numb-feeling, never-healing

Adolescent

Who has lost her own essence

Somewhere in her depression

And her ability to rise above her oppression

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