• I never wanted a toy car.
    like other girls i played with dolls.
    my child hood wasnt sad.
    nor was it bad.
    so why is it i love to fight?
    and that i never do nothing right.
    why do i have a knife in my pants.
    whille other girls prance?
    why do I have bronze knukles.
    while other girls chuckle.
    why is my hair cut short.
    while other girls play sports.
    why do i come home late?
    when other girls have dates.
    why do i beat men up twice my size.
    when other girls just act nice.
    why do i strive to survive.
    while other girls dont have to fight for life.
    why do i have batle scars.
    while other girls drive bentlys and shiny cars.
    why do i sit on the side lines.
    while that girl has jason by her side.

    why am i so jealous
    of a girl who is gonna have marrige.

    i have a gun i have a knife i have cash of my own
    i have so man things so why am i so alone?

    jason was my best friend
    he was like me
    not following the latest trend.
    he told me he loved me.
    and i laughed at his confession with so much glee.
    we never spoke of it again.
    becous my wish to stay friends.
    he has a nother girl.
    and only now do i know.
    i love that stupid perverted fool
    love me please
    ill do anything even be your tool.
    why do i find my own feelings when i cant have you