Don't you know that millions of girls look up to you?
About your influence, do you even have a clue?
Don't you know that you started a war, alright?
Why'd you have to turn it into a sad sexy sight?
Don't you know these girls have their own walls to break?
What kind of hope do you think you have the right to take?
What kind of wrecking gal is this?
What kind of opportunities you did miss?
Would you take a hammer to my head?
Don't you know I might as well be dead?
What kind of lyrics do you even call these words?
Do you realize how this really is absurd?
Should you take a little time to think?
Will all your followers finally crash and sink?
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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