Her alarm clock rings
Her shower sprays
Then does her hair
She tends to dress fair
Then goes downstairs
Thinking no one cares
Walks to the bus stop
She waits to get picked up
Sits in the same seat
Second row, left side
She gets off that bus
In the middle school parking lot
Walks to the corner
To pick up her friend
She’s just like you
She does the things you do
Why do you treat her bad?
Like she somehow made you mad
Telling her to watch her back
If only you would take that back
See, she goes home to a guy
That abuses her everyday and night
Sooner or later
You’ll get a piece of reality
You won’t be able to see
You’ll soon be treated the same
Just like you came
You’ll be talked about
Going down the same route
You may not believe me now
