Them
They talk enough to make her pace
But in front of adults, it's a different face
They act so innocent. It's such a bore
But it's very different behind closed doors
Do they understand the things they say?
Does it click inside their brains?
When will they just let it rest?
Because they're making her a mess
"Lock it up and keep it tight"
That's what her mother says. Yeah, right
The anger boils under her skin.
When will all this agony end?
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