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I'm a little teapot
I see you sittin' there Cute face smudged with lipstick Red ribbon in your hair A youthful face of twelve Red hair so soft and fine Your mother is out with others And your daddy hasn't the time I've watched as you'd ask questions I've heard you when you'd cry But time was of the essence It was quicker to tell you lies No time to love and nurture No time for a cup of tea On the counter I'd see your grades But no one ever asked you why I see their love lost amidst their hurried way As they'd scurry out the door Then you'd pop the cap of snow white crack Just to even up the score I want to scream but have no steam Because I too am left cold As you rush from my life As you slump onto the floor! I listen for your heartbeat From your body lying there Your hand clutching a note From a boy who didn't care He'd told you, "Your so sweet." As he stole your youth that day A boy no one took time to meet It didn't have to end this way! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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