There was a girl
She wanted to be
Loved and admired
Desired popularity
She changed her clothes
She changed her hair
They did not notice
They did not care
She lit up once
She lit up twice
She finally fit in
The feeling was nice
Soon she was smoking
A whole pack a day
People tried to help
I do not care what you say
She always felt like shit
But she had to belong
And soon enough
She picked up that bong
All the girls liked her
The guys did adore
She loved the attention
Who cares what it was for
She started to get sick
And decided to quit
Her smoking was done
Life was more fun
But soon she was hated
Tormented again
But she ignored them and though,
Who cares about popularity...at age 10?
