Jake

Parental Vanity

She wishes the moon would tell her good night
Something that they could never do right
Perfectly perfect is how they want her
They force her to be the perfect daughter

It's not right
She's got no choice
They control her

She pleads insanity
Parental vanity
They lock her in a jar
She'll be they're perfect star

Even if she doesn't want it
They force feed her until she vomits

She chose to run from all that she knew
Scared and alone and no one to go to
Just as she learned that she's happy when she's free
They snatched her up and fed her they're fancy

It's not right
She's got no choice
They control her

She pleads insanity
Parental vanity
They lock her in a jar
She'll be they're perfect star

Even if she doesn't want it
They force feed her until she vomits

-Jake