I've got a 2 A.M date with a pack of smokes
in my friends back yard where the grass is over grown
and I've got a 9 A.M date with a group of people that always make me late
for school or for life.
whats the difference anymore?
other than the fact that now I'm just called Whore.
Get fucked once, ruins your life.
it's all I can do not to take a knife
and remember down the street not across the road
why'd i have to be kissing toads.
I already had my prince, he made me all I needed to be
was the joy in my life and I took him forgranted because all I am is a bitter fool.
They said it'd be cool.
Smoke dope before knotting a rope.
I wouldn't know, I just let the ganja do its job
and lift my spirits as I smoke with the schools snob
everyone knows his name but no one knows his story
bout how his lifes been gorey
his daddy kicked him out
my daddy's just a drunk, sober from time to time,
maybe once a month.
I've got this black mascara that runs down my face
and my purple lipgloss smeared
because I know that I'm a disgrace.
I make failing grades because I don't even care
it's not like it used to be, back when I had dark hair
and an open heart
back before times were tough and cheap was smart
girls that felt too stupid to live so they let themselves go before they could really
give in to the temptation sent down by a more authorative generation
and we have been sent across the nation to feel the pain that fills the world
we are broken
with black mascara running down our now pale faces
we feel faceless
because we're molded to be tasteless and they're the ones that made us
and we can't back down because then they really will shame us
based on mistakes we made when
the curtains stayed closed.
we are the smeared purple lipgloss on the face of humanity,
the tears of those who don't see what they want to see
but all the pain in front of me is just a sea to drown in and
all I see is my mamma frowning
because all I can do any more is go down and down and
and there is no hope for the pale
and no hope for the tan
your skin color doesn't matter its the abilities in your hands
we're all fucked up in some little or big way
can't you see what this society has done to break the day and
make it night all the time
don't you get it?
there is no lime light
there is no fame for the bruised
no justice for the abused and some just find it amusing
because they don't have the black mascara staining their cheeks
like I do.