Whose gonna help her when she falls?
Whose gonna be there to take her call?
Life has treat her poorly, in the eyes of the weak.
When she can't open her mouth, whose gonna speak.
She travelled so far in her daddy's footsteps, and now she is crying.
This illness was passed down to her, in life she is still trying.
A little girl that grew up too fast.
A little girl with a messed up past.
When you see her smiling, put that picture in a frame.
Most of the times shes spiralling out of her mind, but theres no one to blame.
She is just like her daddy, to the core of the heart.
She is just like her daddy, calm before the storm, the two you can't tell apart.
Mindful speaking is what she does best.
Merciless, to her own jealous heart, she had confessed.
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