With the music blaring
As I'm clutching my bear.
Everyone's dancing,
And I'm starting to stare.
At such a young age I was exposed.
To everything out there that wasn't for children, I suppose.
People start to stumble around,
They start to stare at this child,
Whose so close to the ground.
So innocent and they know,
Yet they don't care.
They look at this child,
And they play with her hair.
They say she is beautiful,
And she should stay around.
To watch all the people who dance, and prance around.
They say she should be like them,
So she could have fun.
She never listened to them,
And she's glad she didn't.
Or else she would be exactly like that,
Partying all night with no insight on life.
