my first "song" (cw: slight trauma dump)

Lyrics:

Tell me, do you feel it now?

The way I felt, that you dismissed, are ya feelin’ it now?

When my dollhouse I treasured so dearly,  was thrown into a donation box?

When I was called a terrorist by a teacher, and everyone laughed?

When I cried on my birthday, at ten years old, because I was so afraid of becoming old and dying?

Do you feel the pain that I felt yet?

Or will you dismiss it as me being overreactive again?

I'll be reasonable, in some ways the good outweighs the bad.

But not here.

I’d like to be a saint and forgive you.

I’d like to be an angel and show you the truth from my perspective.

I’d like to be God, and teach you a lesson,

With my Fisher-Price Machine Gun!

Tell me, oh tell me, how it feels

To cry until your head hurts

Until your eyes are dry and aching.

Tell me how it feels to be censored.

To have duct tape over your mouth and your hands tied.

Because it's not like I would know.

My life is oh so perfect

Oh so flawless

Oh so pure

(I'm kidding, of course)

I've cocked and pulled my Fisher-Price Machine Gun,

Ready to pull its plastic trigger

But there ain’t nowhere to aim

Ain’t no one to blame.

There is no “you”.

Everyone I would've pointed my finger at is gone.

But still,

I’d like to be a saint and forgive you.

I’d like to be an angel and show you the truth from my perspective.

I’d  REALLY like to be God, and teach you a lesson,

With my Fisher-Price Machine Gun!

Damn, I wish you were just one person.

So I could blame you for all that's gone wrong.

But it isn't that simple

Because now, you're all gone.

So Im stuck

With my sinking pit full of quicksand of a brain

And a Fisher-Price Machine Gun.