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I want to be pretty.
I want the boys to love, and touch, and bite me.
I want to have sex, I want to prove to the girls that I'm cool, and be popular at school.
I went out with Bobby, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, I said I wanted him to give me a peek, and he did.
I'm no longer pretty, and I'm no longer cool, but I'm a whore;
Who's heart is torn, and who's smile is worn.
Hell knows no wrath, like a woman's scorn...
And so it was done... and so it was said.
I was a teenage girl, that hung herself, and is now dead.
I write you this letter, steeped in tears.
I want you to remember myself and my fears.
I wanted to go back in time and do it all over again, and again, and again.
And again.
So I could teach myself... a lesson.

I wanted to be pretty.
I wanted to be loved...
Look what I've gotten myself into...
Soaked, and drenched in blood.
And so I say, my final goodbye.
Oh yeah, and Bobby, thanks for a great time