Bag of Worms
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I have a baby face
And a weepy nose
I have a foul mouth
Wearing hand-me-down clothes
Other kids say, "I don't wanna play with her"
Hiding in my wardrobe with an 88 revolver
They pick off my wings
I had a bad childhood
Children thinking I'm mean
I think I'm misunderstood
Carries around a bag of worms
Makes everybody in the class squirm
It's hard to admit
You were used
It's hard to admit
You were bruised
It's hard to admit
You were used
It's hard to admit
You were abused