A diseased mentality, a confined woman.
An abandoned casket without a body, left a dumbfounded daughter behind
A black screen numbers of doctors have written on
None of which could come up with a problematic solution.
Same in the words, help is what you need, pop these pills.
The pills never worked, and your personality kept a hold of your throat
I took care of you, instead of you taking care of me
12 going on 30, I was no longer a free spirited little one
White uniformed ladies kept you safe when I couldn't
Every month or two we would exchange hello's
But this time would be good bye
Celebrating my 13th year of life,
You were no where to be found
Deserted your family and hometown
