I know you don't love to hear sad songs
But the misery in this little woman isn't so mild
Shes as aged as a grown woman should be
Hideing in the little limbs of this only child.
Running away is all she has ever known
To the other girls she is but a broken soul
Left in the dark while the others fly high
The others recieve beautiful gifts and she recieves coal.
Always facing a different challenege, a different day
Always a new crime, a new arrest to be filed
Cus' this isn't your average little woman, you see
This is a girl of straight misery, this only child.
Never having actuall parents to guide her to safety
Always jumping right in, missing the sidelines
Never thinking before commiting an act
Never having someone stop her to show her the signs.
There's never been a soul too close to guild
For her actions were different and very wild
The other kids never understood her real pain
This little lonely woman, this poor only child.
So this is why I sing her sad song
Because no one understood her pain that she piled
For this girl never got the chance to sing a happy song
This broken little woman, this only child.