Song I Wrote

Listen to them talk that talk

Bout all that made up shit

Saying that there life is hell

And that they really hate to life

Wishing for a better car

Or their ex to take them back

While I’m sitting here with hardcore pain

And my brain is starting to crack

Open your eyes up girls

Your life really ain’t that bad

You live in your designer homes

And your mom don’t beat your dad

Driving that fancy car

With billion-dollar clothes

While I sit on my rusty hood

Feeling beat up and alone

Now I’m walking to detention hall

While they complain bout there broken nail

Flip their hair and wave their hands

To any creature that is male

Now I’m broke no dinner for me

As they blow cash for their crappy tans

Ima paint my nails blood red

And ignore the cops commands

Open your eyes up girls

Your life really ain’t that bad

You live in your designer homes

And your mom don’t beat your dad

Driving that fancy car

With billion-dollar clothes

While I sit on my rusty hood

Feeling beat up and alone

Now I’m packing up and heading away

To a school for naughty girls

In hopes to turn me into a blond

That wears diamonds and chunky pearls

Open your eyes up girls

I’ve forgotten what its like to be poor

I live in my designer home

And my dad don’t live no more

Open your eyes up girls

My hands are covered in gore

Now I'm rich as hell

And my mom don’t live no more