Meant to be Dutch
MELORA CREAGER
Oh, I can wish for duller mind
For more glamour or quite time
For higher heels or flattened hips
But the nasty truth is at my lips
I will not let it out today
It's no one's business anyway
I'll do some petty work instead
Let it fester in my head
I'll do some petty work instead
Let it fester in my head
What bothers me? Dissatisfies?
Why the silent when my dark side cries?
If I'm so smart
What reason then
Do I deceive
My knowledge when
It eats at me
And shows it's true?
It's flat, it fits
Me like a shoe.