Silly little girl,
little, little, little, girl.
The puddles you're splashing in,
are hitting everyone else as well.
Your head is in the clouds, your feet in the mud,
You're a disgrace, a messy little face.

In school you sit with
your head on your hands.
Your eyes blankly gaze at the page infront of you
And you mind wanders off into a dream.
The white horses fly off the paper and
begin to dance around you while
you grin, so innocently, what a sweet daydream


But silly little girl,
you little, little, little girl,
don't know you know that
dreams don't come true?
Reality is harsh,
and your happiness won't cure the world.
 
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