Damsel In Distress
What is the world,
But an oyster to you?
What are other people,
If not aids to help you
What purpose do you serve?
What do you know how to do?
Nothing. Nothing at all
But sit, waiting for someone to save you.
You poor damsel
Always in distress
I wish I could respect you
But you're just too helpless
Other people use their legs,
Their feet, and their brain
You know one day,
You should do the same
But you would rather be a burden
It really is a shame
I think you like to struggle
You want life to be a pain
You poor damsel
Always in distress
I wish I could respect you
But you're just too helpless
Things could be better
If you would at least try
But that means you actually have to do something,
You prefer to just cry
Cry and complain
Complain, moan and sigh
"World look at me, please!
Or else I'll die"
You poor damsel
Always in distress
I wish I could respect you
But you're just too helpless
One day I pray you learn
To do things by yourself
Instead of choosing not to move
Without the assistance of someone else
One day no one will be there
To hear you when you call
And the world won't stop
To brace your fake fall
You poor damsel
Always in distress
I wish I could respect you
But you're just too helpless
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