LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jennifer Humble

They turned you into a dirty girl
Forced to play in their thirsty world
All your life you thought this was normal
Cause your slightly worse than other people

Not quite beautiful, not quite smart
Not quite clever, it’s not quite art
You just don’t get it, you never will
Not funny or cute, you just seem ill

Too old to get high, the party’s over
Memories, a pointless sad blur
Can’t cry when mourning, can’t laugh at jokes
Only makes small talk, don’t want them too close

Bald patches showing where you rip out your hair
Your teeth are rotten, your dirty soul bare
Used to be used, now you’re all used up
They avoid your gaze, like a homeless mutt

Now living and waiting, passing the time
Sinking further into your own mind
Everything hurts, too tired to explain
They don’t care, it’s not their pain